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Title: The Scent of Breath
By: AYESHA JEON
Breath had a scent.
I never knew if it meant one was living-
or slowly disappearing.
Now confidence crumbles, doubt sets in.
No one seems capable of love-
only misunderstanding,
and the quiet urge to stay beside someone
without sincerity.
That scent... it stinks.
The breath-
the air brushing my skin,
seeping into bone-
irritates me.
The breath I once loved,
the one my nose could never forget,
carried warmth, moisture, love.
In the dark-when eyes refuse to see-
the scent of your breath drew me to you.
I found you
in the deepest night.
It was beautiful.
But now... it's gone.
No one carries your scent.
Now even from miles away,
their breath disgusts me-
turning my stomach,
stiffening my world.
I search for what I once loved:
the breath that made me want to keep breathing,
the scent that filled every room,
the presence I could feel
even when I could not see.
Sometimes my heart races
as if you are near.
A trace of that scent passes-
swift, fleeting-
and my senses fail to hold it.
Still, I know-
you are gone.
Breath once meant warmth and moisture.
But everything ends
when death steps in,
and life lingers
on the edge of disappearance