Parisian Perfume

 

The half-eaten Moon

Was crawling past the night

When I met my dandelion girl

Walking along the forbidden street

With the flickering shadows

In the shimmering light.

 

And it was blood all around

Spreading the smell of Parisian perfume.

Amidst the drizzle and a muffled sound

I found my smeared body

Lying prostrate on the blood-soaked ground.

 

Then my eyes full of red flung open.

 

© Atique R.