The nauseating odour of cooking oil
Swirling with the dense vapours
Of industrial disinfectant,
Brings back the memory of childhood nightmares.
Enclosing me in an asphyxiating airless vortex
Swallowing me up, destroying me;
And this intense reek of hospital corridor
Is designated to remind me
To chip away at the sealed edges
Of my mind, reducing me to a quivering wreck
So I turn away,pale and shaking,
Fleeing from the clutches
Of the ever advancing
Over hygienic
White Army!!
Miasma
1993
Published 1998
Published 1998
