Translucent glass, like unpolished diamond
Hiding its contents
Shaped like a snake
A scent as old as the insides of pyramids
A scent as old as dark and unforgiving as the death of Kings
Eau de Athletes Foot
* A found poem composed by the Domestic Goblin in May 2023. Inspired by The Perfume written by Caroline B. Cooney *
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