The Lingering Scent
by Bruce Whealton
I could sense it on her
Just as well as she could
I'm not talking about the smell
Of smoke, though it is something
Trace wasn't a smoker
but people in the house
where she was staying
and you could smell
it on her.
Yet there wasn't something more
that she was describing to me...
a sense of evil.
She was convinced
that the man staying
in that same house
and that somehow
she was contaminated -
and I could sense it too.
She was at once beautiful
and yet at the some moment
somehow I felt repelled
by something about her,
or on her...
Though not given to superstition,
I wanted to tell her to bathe
in garlic and holy water
and to cross herself,
as I do, often, for protection,
in the name of the Father, the Son
and the Holy Spirit.
Because, you see,
I've been in the same room,
myself, with that man,
and somehow I still feel
his shadow in my life,
these many years later,
as if he is sometimes
in the same room with me.
© 2010 Bruce Whealton
Whealton has been the co-editor and publisher of Word
Salad Poetry Magazine since 1995
and their newest publication, Haiku
Ramblings. They publish both on
the web at WordSaladPoetryMagazine.com
and in print. Bruce has
a Bachelors Degree from Georgia Institute of Technology and a Master's
Degree in Social Work. He has been writing and studying poetry for many
years with various mentors. His poetry has been published recently in The
Horror Zine, and the associated
Anthology called “And
Now the Nightmare Begins: The Horror Zine.
His poems have also appeared in “lines
written w/a razor,” “Childe Bryde,”
“lunatic chameleon,” “the thin edge of
staring, “Chance Magazine,” Venus Rising,
the Wilmington Star News' Port
City Poets, and “Gravity
Hill,” and “Simple
Vows Anthology” which
is put out by St. Andrews College Press.
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