Her Scent Is Cocoa Roses On A Soft Breeze,
He Breathes Deeply.
Inhaling Simplicity, Ignoring Duplicity,
She Is The Rose And The Wind, She Isn-‘t.
He Cuts Her Throat And Displays Her,
Admiring Her In His Crystal Voice.
-ŗsee How Clever, How Witty My Flower Is? -, He Boasts,
Pressing Her Flat Between His Words.
Truth Seeps Over His Life,
Precious Oil In A Cheap Perfume.