Musk
Bulky blue-purple bottle
Rounded and smooth
Sharp etches of gold
It’s heavy
But the weight is comforting
You can smell the musk from a foot away-
Without even spraying a spirits
Sprayed on a stuffed mouse
Doused on a t-shirt ball-
Wrapped with an engraved chain
Vivian
What's that smell–
Is asked
Or thought
To them it smells old
Like musk
Like dust
Like something forgotten on the top shelf at the back of the closet
Pungent
Like a moth eaten piece of lace
What’s that smell-
To her it smells like comfort
Like a warm arms caress and a lullaby
Like childhood before the self awarenesses
Soothing
Like the memories that play over and over on a sleepless night
Like summertime soaked in chlorine and pollen
Like winter draped in pajamas and garland
A musk
A memory
Copyright © Hannah Hockaday | Year Posted 2023
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