Perfume

Nervous little girl
Deadline day draws near
Her head in her hand
What path should she choose?
There's a lingering scent
It's familiar, nostalgic;
A distraction even-
It smells like childhood.
A memory awakens;
Her mother dabbing her wrists
A sweet, musky smell begins to fill the room
And suddenly it's clear,
She knows what to do,
A smell, her calling
Perfume...perfume.

Nyamedo