"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.