Perfume
Perfume.
With a strong smell.
Meaningless smells.
Empty bottle.
Dripping a little more.
Little more.
Like her wet hair.
He held the glass bottle.
She doesn’t live inside.
The glass bottle.
Hard glass.
She doesn’t live.
Perfume.
Strong, strong, strong.
Flowers, floral, wild flowers, wild, wild, wilderness.
Spraying it around the room.
Swirling.
He fills the empty bottle with water.
Watery remains.
The boat, the waves, of the sea, her hair.
She drowned.
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