Shadow Unearthed (ROUND 2)

Let's workshop this poem where someone's shadow self comes out to play in the steamy confines of a portable toilet made into a sauna by more than the sun

scent of the day: Loup, by Prin

Rough notes:

Loup is stunning castoreum-tobacco oud—tobacco reads a tad like Naxos especially early before everything settles into a spiced leathery metallic castoreum/ this is what Tobacco Oud by Tom Ford wanted to be / I might like the Tom Ford more, however clearly inferior it is at least in terms of ingredients / this is brother of Varuek, more the spent-match tobacco brother and definitely more boozy (especially in the beginning where the oud and tobacco absolute brings definite tabac dore vibes—the tobacco, plus the lack of flowers, the main difference from Krissana in overall smell)

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Shadow Unearthed

CPTSD grew less from the scene
itself (porta-potty gang rape)
than from what she saw

her body do: squirt in mutiny,
mouth greedy for their juices 
(her own too)—the truth,

what she was capable of (self-fueled
grinding, tugging, gagging),
uncorking her identity.