The Sick Fragrance

Neesa gives us a poem of a certain smell.

ORGANIC COFFEE, HAPHAZARDLY

by Neesa Suncheuri

I can smell my brain.
Its fumes leak out from my left upper ocular bone,
The pressure point beneath my eyebrow.
When I smell it, I know that I will go to the hospital soon.

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