Vanilla Planifolia

This was written for Writing 201: Poetry

Little yellow bottle,

Yield to me your fumes,

Speak of my triumphs,

My failures,

My joy,

My sorrow.

Speak of the man

I once hoped to woo;

Speak of sleepless nights

Spent buried under a million quilts,

My face shoved into

A pillow spritzed

With the soft scent of your perfume.

Speak of me,

Of my wrists and my chest,

Of my hair and my thighs.

Speak of every goddamned thing

I did to hide myself

When vanilla just made me

Into a scented whore.

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