Taste: only sweet, a lack of flavor that becomes more of a sensation: synthetic, plastic sugar
Touch: I feel the coldness first in my hands.
Smell: forced floral scent puffing out of Bela Lugosi's green nostrils, the teenage renters are using dryer sheets in their laundry on an October night
Sound: three, three, three - words, words, words - Sylvia Plath
Sight: flowers curled pink like a fairy's cap, the glittery sheen of light trapped in these succulent petals
Extra: the fog of time, twelve hours float away and leave me stranded at the end of the day, ready to curl up under a lone palm and await rescue
Touch: I feel the coldness first in my hands.
Smell: forced floral scent puffing out of Bela Lugosi's green nostrils, the teenage renters are using dryer sheets in their laundry on an October night
Sound: three, three, three - words, words, words - Sylvia Plath
Sight: flowers curled pink like a fairy's cap, the glittery sheen of light trapped in these succulent petals
Extra: the fog of time, twelve hours float away and leave me stranded at the end of the day, ready to curl up under a lone palm and await rescue