sniffy

Bathtubs are never clean, never. Scrub, I scrub for hours and there is still the sliver of slime clinging to the faucet that I cannot get to, but I try.
Inhale… the noxious bleach fumes. Expel… the co2 of eroding and inflamed lungs. This is why I clean.
All air outlets are closed off in order that all scents might combine into something glodorious. I am happy, yes I am happy, as I sniff enough to snuff myself out.