Persephone

I smell like spring time hurled me
out of its bowels
Like everything crushed beneath your foot
On wet soil
Jasmine wafting out my strands of hair
My skin glistening with coconut oil
Lotion of citrus,
I murdered an orchard
And wore its skin
And lilies made their way under my thumb
To my neck
Wrists and inner thighs
I smell like spring time
Vomit.
Come take a whiff of me
After the rain stops.

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