The sweet smell of death
Surrounds me.
I do not know why.
I can smell it everywhere.
The sweet smell of death
I cannot explain its sweetness.
Nothing smells the same.
The sweet smell of death is all around me.
It is on the dog’s breath
In my son’s room
Even on my husband’s clothes.
I have always known when death was coming.
But nothing like this has ever happened before.
The sweet smell of death is everywhere.
What can it mean?
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