A Sweet Perfume

A gust of wind
Rattled the windows
And its panes

It was overwhelmed
With the scent of fear

Her senses awakened

Every sound echoed
A million and one times over
Every motion
Became restrained
Every thought
Caused chaos and doubt


And it continued
For what seemed 
Like an aeon and a half


The scintillating lightning
Flashed through 
Her walls of broken perception

Delving deep
And calling out
From her mind's abyss
A sweet perfume


Calming and intoxicating
Radiating kindness and courage
Bringing forth a thorn 
That becomes a blade
Cutting away at the rot 
Replenishing the void
That engulfed her essence.