Calamine

… the smell of Calamine …

And then the smell of Calamine
Came drifting through the air;
I saw it plastered on her face
And her recumbent there

The scent so strong, so redolent
That something strange occurred:
As mem’ries crowded out the room
The universe
And her

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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