Parfum La Doom

“Dear madame, can you tell me whence ensues that pungent plume?
It smells like blooms of Spring, trapped for days inside a tomb.
My parents’ bathroom smells the same, of floral-scented doom.”

“A curse on you for asking, what you smell is my perfume!”

WordPress daily writing prompt:

Author: Rhyme In Time

I write for a living. For no kind of living whatsoever, I also write poetry and study the Korean language. And I help raise a cat with my wife.

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