Perfume 

​I smell

The perfume of a story. 

The sharp notes of passion and fury, 

The cloying sweetness of unrequited love. 

Salty tears add the zing to the concoction, 

While betrayal and deception enhance the oomph. 

I writhe in agonising ecstasy 

As the twelve Base notes are complete

With characters that breathe a tale of their own. 

Finally, a few drops of my soul, 

The mystical thirteenth note that legends speak of. 

Thus, at last,  is my masterpiece ready. 

Care for a whiff?

** saw a movie yesterday “perfume  the story of a murderer”  and ‘smelled’ a story behind this story. 

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