This is nothing related to me or mine, just something that i came up with:
"Her hands shook as she poured every last drop,
Every last drop of the perfume that he had bought for her
The scent that drove him out of his wits with hunger for her body.
The steam from the hot water blurred her vision
She smiled as though remembering a treasured memory of the past
"You smell like a fresea at midnight, with a sting of the morning dew...."
She kissed the soft skin of her shoulder, the tip of the tongue grazing the flesh...she could taste the sour and the salt...
Tears ran down her arm, the arms he loved to kiss, the same exact way as she had just kissed them.
Turning off the water, she sat down on the edge of the bathtube and said softly, "Now stop shaking my sweet."
The thin brush glossed the bare nails perfectly with the dark green polish....on the feet that he kissed every morning.
She sliced the skin of her perfect little ankels.
And smiled, the tears gone,
"Perfection, yes perfection, that is what we strive for isn't it my beauty?", she wispered as she watched the crimson tide of blood flow down her porcelain skin....