Memories​ trapped in a bottle

The perfume mocks you.
Sunlight catching your eye,
Reflected from across the room
It’s​ light poking at you to cry.
The perfume mocks you.
Tinted pink liquid swirling around,
Resurfacing old memories
That make you frown.
The perfume mocks you.
A sickly sweet scent clouding your mind,
Her hands stretch to taint your vision
Until you are left blind.
The perfume mocks you.
It has been so long,
She whispers next to your ear
The most persuasive​ song.



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