The Whiff of Death

by joetwo

I try not to be judgemental

But occasionally I am in a club

Taking drinks in a pub

When I spy a woman

Pretty attractive (I have standards)

I engage her eye, full charm offensive

Approach to begin conversation

When I am assailed by a horrible stench

A rotten miasma of stale cigarettes

Permeating her clothes and hair

A  whiff of death about her

That calls up memories of fading lungs and body

Instant mood killer

The desire evaporates

And I reverse

Feeling a little foolish

But unable to go forward

Stayed by a sense of revulsion

The inner censor at play