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#2 in the Phobia Series. A story type poem based on 'autophobia.' Thank you for reading. <3 (Title slide from Pinterest. :D)

Rose Perfume

A U T O P H O B I A

A U T O P H O B I A is the fear of being alone.

She dabbed a little perfume

She dabbed a little perfume behind my ears and on my wrist.

She dabbed a little perfume behind my ears and on my wrist. I watched as her painted lips

She dabbed a little perfume behind my ears and on my wrist. I watched as her painted lips decorated rays into a ghost

She dabbed a little perfume behind my ears and on my wrist. I watched as her painted lips decorated rays into a ghost of former crescents.

She was happy;

She was happy; so I was too.

Aside that crystalline bottle,

Aside that crystalline bottle, (she adored it like a second child),

Aside that crystalline bottle, (she adored it like a second child), lay her coveted jewels;

Aside that crystalline bottle, (she adored it like a second child), lay her coveted jewels; (and what mesmerising ones they were.)

I saw her opal eyes flicker

I saw her opal eyes flicker with pride,

I saw her opal eyes flicker with pride, hope perhaps;

I saw her opal eyes flicker with pride, hope perhaps; her hands shook, creased folds

I saw her opal eyes flicker with pride, hope perhaps; her hands shook, creased folds led my fingers towards them.

I picked it up, she exhaled.

I picked it up, she exhaled. I placed it on my neck, she smiled.

I picked it up, she exhaled. I placed it on my neck, she smiled. I fastened.

I picked it up, she exhaled. I placed it on my neck, she smiled. I fastened. She grinned.

The rose quartz pendant lay,

The rose quartz pendant lay, cradled by my collar bone.

I began to cry.

I began to cry. It was a nicety bestowed upon me

I began to cry. It was a nicety bestowed upon me and a reminder of my loss.

I began to cry. It was a nicety bestowed upon me and a reminder of my loss. She knew what I was thinking,

I began to cry. It was a nicety bestowed upon me and a reminder of my loss. She knew what I was thinking, (somehow),

I began to cry. It was a nicety bestowed upon me and a reminder of my loss. She knew what I was thinking, (somehow), and kissed my forehead.

It was the last time

It was the last time I scented the perfume on her.

It was the last time I scented the perfume on her. Now cast aside in a little

It was the last time I scented the perfume on her. Now cast aside in a little crystalline bottle

It was the last time I scented the perfume on her. Now cast aside in a little crystalline bottle that I keep near a treasure box

It was the last time I scented the perfume on her. Now cast aside in a little crystalline bottle that I keep near a treasure box under a rose hued sky.

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