I hate the smell of this perfume
Haunting me with overwhelming memories of you
Laced with final exotic toxins
Dyed in black
This bitter concoction
And this new scent on my skin just doesn’t seem to fit
Perhaps somewhere in the transition my chemistry switched
To an unforgiving, uninviting habitat of cynicism and disappointment
The scents and the seasons and the times are all wrong
No harmony or solution to match with
Just one and I’m left feeling naked, indigent, and gone
I’m ornamental, organic, a bitter haunting so strong
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