@Chamomile 6 August 2020 more from that month

First Smell

Scent that might stink one’s nose. A potion of addiction, a form of relief. Wasn’t her perfume, nor dried sweat. A smell that reveals her identity as my mother. Has the weirdest whiff, yet the best perfume. Doesn’t smell like her milk, but gives me strength. Give me her used and unwashed shirt, I would keep it forever.