Disenchantment

 

 

My eyes are closed
A pungent smell wafts into my face
As I gasp it fills my lungs
A dry powdery acid taste hits the back of my throat
I gulp, as I breathe deeply I feel nausea
The smell is penetrating my skin, my clothes
Its rotting stench rises up inside me
I can bare it no longer, my eyes open
A Lilly is placed before me
Purple streaks bleed into the white petals
The orange stamen sheds its powder
How can a thing of such beauty have a perfume that is so foul?

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