Mmeso Inspires: The Scent

I thought I will get rid of him as fast as possible,

but the scent of his love kept permeating my soul,

I thought it was just for the night,

but it seems it will last a lifetime.

Why can’t I get rid of his scent?

I was a street girl, and nothing matters to me,

Yes,  it seems he matters now,

Because it is all happening too fast,

Who is that gentleman?

Stripped of my innocent at seven,

I grew passionless over time,

Without filial love from either side,

I seek refuge at the other side,

It was a bad choice anyways,

What will you have me do then?

Needed just a pure love to cleanse my impurity,

Or be left to wallow in dirt,

There is something about him,

That left a longing in my heart,

Longing to unite with that little girl of six,

Before she witnessed the complexities of life,

There was something familiar about him,

And dirty too, because…

How did he find here?

I get rid of them as soon as they pay,

The act and the thought,

Concealed in the ward of notes dropped at the bedside,

But his scent,

Make me have a rethink,

Girl, I may have to quit this lifestyle.

And slowly I began to pine away,

Frantically searching for his profile,

But it was to no avail,

Except the scent he left in my bedspread,

In my soul and in my world,

I needed to find him.

There is something different about him,

His demeanor,

Calculative steps,

His gentility,

Want to know why he was occasionally avoiding my eyes,

Want to know why of all place he chose to be here,

Want to know why the aftermath of my actions began to dawn on me shortly after he left,

Yeah, I wanted to know why the pangs of guiltiness gnaw at my mind,

Wanted to know why.

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On a cold winter morning I met him in Gad’s street,

Standing across the subway with a faraway look,

I approached him immediately,

He was relieved when I drew nearer,

He dropped a bombshell.

He told me that when he was younger,

He molested a little girl on her way back from school,

He said I look so much like her,

And after the incident he has never felt peace within.

Trying so hard to maintain my composure, I asked him where it happened.

He said, “The dark cold street of Seles”,

I grew numb immediately as the past ugly memories of yesteryears swept me off my feet,

I tried so hard to picture the hardened face of a criminal crushing my tiny self.

Trying so hard to reconnect,

But I all I could see was the Innocent face of a fine gentleman standing in front of me,

Then I noticed that he has that cut,

So slight, which run across his jaw,

And it came again,

The thirst for a bloody vengeance.

That familiar scent was replaced with a hunt for blood,

And I begin to think about the murder scene in “Gun him down”,

Across the road, a low solo music was playing from a dim bar,

And when he turned to meet my pained eyes,

A message was passed,

I think he remember now,

Because he retraced few steps back,

That particular incident in the cold street of Seles,

Begin to unfold bit by bit,

Before us,

Like a war film episode,

I plunged at his jaw again.