That Lingering Scent
It was a fleeting moment; one that I tried to capture and eternally memorialize in hope that it would solace me in hard times to come.
It was the zealous scent of something that mimicked the freshness of citrus, but was not citrus.
It was awakening like a dip in cold water, but not so shocking.
The aroma reminded me of safety that lingered on the edge of danger.
It made me reminisce on a sense of warmth that I knew did not belong to me, like a parasite that finds a home by feeding on the body of another being.
I have freed the soul that feeds me from my impenetrable grasp, knowing that it will kill me.
All I am left with now is the memory of his lingering scent on my skin…