Perfume

Perfume tries to capture a moment. A tiny fragment of time when the truth blinds us with our unconscious patterns. One of these patterns to me was the potential partners of mine I gave power to repeatedly. It did not matter the person as they were playing their part in my readily orchestrated act which ended with abandonment. If that feeling would be a scent, it would be delicious at first, then, bitter and heavy. I used to love that scent though. Nowadays, I try to go for better options. Let’s get pulled by the tides.

Be like water.

Written in Miami Beach, FL, 2022

Silky soft lavender,

In the gale force

That takes my soul.

It is the strangest vigor,

That guided my hopes,

Yet nothing spoke.

Manifests in to bitter rot,

It’s feathers form an

Abstract symbol.

Scent is the thing 

That comes to see me

Every time I feel alive.

As if all the men I longed

For used the same perfume.

The one that rubs out.

Every zest and zing

Punched out, all the 

Things I’ve done for my life.

Mother can’t save me now.

Daddy never took his 

Belonged function.

Damask roses assemble,

They signal the start.

For all I have done,

I can’t resist this decimating 

Part.

- A