1957 Chanel Eau de Parfum

Justine Tioco

Musky scent which glazed our vision, 

one that shuts once open doors.

For each breath I’m forced ashore, 

Where smoke and sense are in collision. 

Past and present dive in a bottle, 

Which I consider a fatal swim. 

The future has never looked so dim,

As push and pull are in full throttle. 

How each step leaped, elate, 

Gripping to future and clinging to fame. 

Why is it moving at such a fast rate? 

I cannot accustom and keep it tame. 

Thus one vain, relentless fate, 

Will forever take my name.

Chanel.