Vanilla Lies
once the scent and aftertaste disappears - a nonet
I loved vanilla; the scent, the taste
and the feel of it on my skin.
You knew that so you dipped words
in it, overwhelming
me and leaving me
blind to all the
lies. Now I
despise
it.
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Alexandria Stanwyck
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It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
There are many things I've loved that I've grown to hate because people spoiled them for me. Loved your Nonet!
Nice!
“You knew that so you dipped words in it” is such a great line! Love how the affection for the scent turning into disdain parallels the relationship dynamic
Very nice. Makes me smell vanilla as I read it. Also makes me think of a vanilla perfume a woman I knew wore. It was initially interesting, kind of intriguing, but after a short time, the woman and the perfume both made me want to vomit and now I'm permanently soured on both.