Lament Of The Midway Perfume

The carnival has packed up and moved to the next nowhere-town. The midway sits desolate. Whispers of motor oil stain the cement parking lot. A stray cat lapping up spilled cherry slush on a patch of dead grass nearby to where the tilt-a-whirl once sat. No children laughing, no shrieks of excitement, only wads of chewed bubblegum spit out on the dirty ground. The glittering lights are gone, the fairway music silenced. A smattering of black licorice strings, crushed into the earth by countless shoes, harken back to a time of childhood revelry. A few corn husks are scattered from abandoned harvest decorations. Fragrance style: sweet, earthy, haunting