Perfume Poem by Ibn Ali

They strangled you to destroy you
They took your joy and colour
And rejoiced in your grey
Crushed flowers make perfume
They may have plucked your Petals
But you'll linger on their palms
Creep underneath their finger nails
Haunt them whilst they sleep
They'll smell you while they slumber
Go corrupt their dreams
With their hands under their cheeks
Seeking comfort
Why be cruel
You couldn't help her bloom
Why hinder
And if you picked her
Why not put her in full view, in a vase, in water
Place her on the ledge
Let her look down on her sisters
Yes they tried
But even as you died you were fragrant
Don't be silent
Make your presence known
Permeate the room
They think because no blood there's been no crime