Synaesthesia

The smell of peppermint and hospitals
grandma with tubes in her nose
in her chest
blood pumping through her finger
The color blue
The horrible sweater she wore as she
showed me her battle scars
from long wars with the doctors
The Red robin
the decorative soap i bought her at the dollar store
for christmas
7 years later
still there
Macoroni and cheese
the taste of her being happy
and healthy
the only she time she could really cook
Rotting Fruit
the taste
of her
Cold
Lifeless
Flesh
As i kissed her
In her coffin
She still smelled of peppermint