The Smell Of It All
recall leaning forward to the envelope. If anything
my suspicion it was that. For all appearances
had failed to send it off. I'd every intention of doing
for you. But oh, the scent was rising. And then, the
name, uttered in your dreams at night appeared, the
seeping through. All within me screamed, This is the
thing I want to do to you. Invading the privacy of your
cards. What kind of a man would do this? I opened it.
what did I find, my darling? The unfathomable act of
betraying me. The smell was now ugly. Words inside
astray, the last breach of integrity. You love him?
is to end this way? Want him to smell my gift to you?
"be in his arms, on New Year's Eve"? You wish to be with
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