Pinicilin Dolls

This is weird! It's mostly for myself but if you can relate somehow... you're weird, too.

Penicillin Dolls

Penicillin Dolls Lining the Walls
Full of love and hope
Eyes abashed, fluttering with ease
In a deathly mist; you try to breathe,
But smoke is not for breathing.

I take one down, pat its hair
And lick its sightless eyes
Revolting and ugly I put it away
Back to its spot, for another bad day
To another place and another sorrow.

The room is empty and dead
A flower wilting in the corner
I guess I should leave, holding my breath
Uncannily dodging this ethereal death
Or maybe I could stay and try again.
But can you really turn back time?
Can you reverse the end?

Sweat pours from my veins
Sticky and red and odorless
I guess ill have to try again
I inhale
I try
Can’t say I didn’t
Then I die.

~End.