Venny Soldan-Brofeldt

Artist, sculptor, and jewelry designer.

What Mothers Smell Like

Dark roasted coffee shadows her

leaves a trace when she wills

stains the walls of our home

Dark roasted coffee shadows her

leaves a trace when she wills

stains the walls of our home

Cheap fruity perfume fills her

yanking at her rugged neck, travelling all the way to her broad hips

You can almost taste the chemicals when she moves closer to you

it’s comforting, knowing that she’s near

Charred eggplant smears our kitchen,

blended with a whiff of cigarettes

you can experience her

Poisonous, but it’s love

Nicotine runs through her veins, tainting her scent

If she bleeds, you stifle on a cloud of smoke

It’s addicting,

her.

Smoke a packet a day, and you’ll pray to die.

Beneath a thick layer of charcoal,

you can smell the subtle scent of coconut mixed with jasmine roses

No one reaches that deep,

When you lay on her chest, after midnight

her tears mixed with yours

you’ll smell her

You’ll smell years of oppression

stirred with abuse and fresh kaa’aak

You’ll smell a woman

who’s scent tugs at your limbs

yanking you closer to her

rocking you to sleep

She’s what mothers smell like.

ome

Cheap fruity perfume fills her

yanking at her rugged neck, travelling all the way to her broad hips

You can almost taste the chemicals when she moves closer to you

it’s comforting, knowing that she’s near

Charred eggplant smears our kitchen,

blended with a whiff of cigarettes

you can experience her

Poisonous, but it’s love

Nicotine runs through her veins, tainting her scent

If she bleeds, you stifle on a cloud of smoke

It’s addicting,

her.

Smoke a packet a day, and you’ll pray to die.

Beneath a thick layer of charcoal,

you can smell the subtle scent of coconut mixed with jasmine roses

No one reaches that deep,

When you lay on her chest, after midnight

her tears mixed with yours

you’ll smell her

You’ll smell years of oppression

stirred with abuse and fresh kaa’aak

You’ll smell a woman

who’s scent tugs at your limbs

yanking you closer to her

rocking you to sleep

She’s what mothers smell like.

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