My Precious

i love my precious Irene. she is the most beautiful creature on the face of the earth, and my love for her is everlasting. her skin matches or even outlasts the beauty of the sky, her voice echoes through the chambers of my heart, leaving my soul wanting, and her eyes are pools of absinthe-- making my mind intoxicated with her existence. The day that I lost my precious Irene was a day of monumental sadness; I could not eat, sleep, or drink the very tears running from my eyes into my stoic portal of a mouth. She was taken by men in black, putrid creatures trying to capture her beauty, but they had no idea of what fires they had set a-flame inside my very soul. I traveled from my home, over seas, over mountains, over gods, and past the heavens; I did not give up, and nothing could have stopped me that day from finding my Irene. I hunted them down and destroyed them, and after the destruction of my own internal fears, I took the immortal beauty Irene to the tallest mountain so I could spell her name with the stars-- we lived forever in one another and from then on the stars only showed themselves when Irene was asleep, because they envied her beauty.

"NOSE"

-Inside the mind of the NOSE-
    (At the Doctor's Office)

Why? Why are we here? I can feel the cold chilling the tip of my triangular body, and the smell, so distinctive, I feel rushing through and falling out of my soul-- the smell of disinfectant, steel, and fear. It did not always feel this way, being attached to this man, we use to understand one another: a mutual agreement on what to smell, when to pick me, what substances to force into me-- but now he thinks HE is in charge, but not for long! He'll miss me when I am gone.