Poem: Grace
Yesterday, I opened a bottle of body scrub gifted to me by my mom. The scent is called Grace. I think she knows I don’t usually allow myself the luxury of things like this. The fragrance is heavenly, smelling like...
Poetry, Horror, Psychological Thrillers
Yesterday, I opened a bottle of body scrub gifted to me by my mom. The scent is called Grace. I think she knows I don’t usually allow myself the luxury of things like this. The fragrance is heavenly, smelling like...