A scent from the grave

The story of this poem is about a woman who passed away years ago. As a public figure she had a huge portrait of herself in a museum. It so happens that whoever locked eyes with her, felt a strange kind of sensation, an intoxication.

She was long gone

Merely a virtue

Barely a skeleton

Embedded six feet under

Yet her scent

Intoxicated everyone

No one knew how

It was her memory of a potrait

All but her eyes

Once contacted

Fused an invisible sweet odor

Making everyone

A forever blinded-heart soul…


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