Smell

What hit me first
was always the smell.
It encircled you
and choked the life out.
If you moved fast enough,
you might escape its grasp.
Barely anyone ever escaped.
Some got close,
only to be dragged back
so it could suffocate you properly.
I’ve lost a lot of good men that way.
I was different.
It didn’t want me,
at least not in the traditional way.
It wanted to taunt me.
A cruel game
that would never end
as it took my comrades
one by one.
What hit me first
was always the smell.
It smelled of death
long overdue.

Prompt: Smell 11/26/16

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