Closet

By CVII


She walked past me at the hallway

with an unique fragrance

It smelled like the freshest blooming rose

I like it.

She flipped her hair in front of me

with an inviting move

It smelled like the sweetest floral honey

I love it.

Today, she said “Hi.” to me at the elevator

with her white lace skirt

She smelled like the ripest fruity melon

I want her.

Now, she hangs in my closet

with her naked silky skin

She tastes like the softest juicy peaches

I own her.

She is organic.

She is divine.

I plant her in the yard

With her drying corpse

It smells like the rustiest stinky fish

I dispose her, forever.