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stopping to smell the roses
a sad sensory poem| Submission for Sensational II Challenge
Photo by LoboStudio Hamburg on Unsplash
You told me stop and smell the roses. So here I am; its perfume burns my nose,
a bitter blend of salt, casserole, and alcohol lingers on my tongue,
and mascara streaks down, turning my dress and soul more black.
The thorns are sharp against my skin, but even they don't compare to
the choir of ringing bells, muffled sniffles, and "I'm sorry for your loss."
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