06/01/2022

Chloroform, you smell of a hospital; how boring and mundane.

Whether you're a disinfectant or an anesthetic, I'll never know.

Perhaps you're neither and you're simply the death of me.

One moment, I feel lethargic and disoriented, so warm.

Before I know it, I feel nothing, nothing at all.

No pain, no sensation; you've made me ill.

Eventually, my breathing is tense, as though longingly waiting.

My muscles don't move, they're too busy sleeping.

Suddenly, I realize you're keeping me down.

In my last moments, I wonder if I was down without release.

My eyes faintly open, starstruck; this was a never felt before feeling.

And then comes the coldness after the warmth, shocking.

Chloroform, you did not keep me warm.

Author's Note: This poem was heavily inspired by the song that is at the top of the chapter. If you can't see it, here it is:

https://youtu.be/4iZI5AiNG-0

My good friend phenomenxll- and I obsess over the songs in this channel and it's safe to say we're soulmates when it comes to music.

I published a poem just yesterday, and felt like publishing another, even though I had no idea what to write about. Then, the chorus of the song hit and I thought "BINGO!"

So, I wrote a song about chloroform. I used references to the song (which I highly recommend you to listen and pay attention to the lyrics to) as well as my own knowledge of chloroform.

Overall, it's certainly not one of my best works, but it's something that I challenged myself to create in less than 10 minutes, so I suppose that was fun.

Oh, and is anyone else starting to see a pattern of the narrator slowly dying throughout the span of a poem in multiple of my poems? I'm sure that an old friend of mine (who no longer frequents Wattpad) would have pointed this out.

Let me know what you think!

- Vera Lisle