Untold Chronicles (Part 11)


Part 1-10 can be found here


Her existence permeated past her vessel

Etching the thought with that persistent scent

Reminiscent of red roses, left lingering

Long after her departure, fitting,

Direct correlation with that boundless

Sense of desire, love, passion

She carried, evoked, by just being,

… Not forgetting those thorns,


Mesmerized you could be

But clinging to her with a firm grip?

Was an open invitation

To bleed.

– Original-Dante ©2017

Photograph by: shutter-bug664

Daily Prompt: Scent


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