I still crinkle my nose when I smell your potent cinnamon scent waft my way even if you are not here. My stomach turns, my heart races and my eyes burn like that moment when you’re so cold and frostbitten you get an unpleasant tingly warm sensation in your toes. The night mama burned a cinnamon candle while I slept next to her, I had cinnamon nightmares. I woke up in sweaty sheets and with a beating heart. I will stand in a front of a pack of thousands of angry,hungry wolves as long if that means I don’t have cinnamon nightmares. Remembering the way you would pretend to be so sweet in visible light, but when the candle light lost its flame your true colors were so apparent. Tonight when the moon and stars come out, in my tank-top and shorts, I will be ready for you, with lavender on my wrists and my heart on my sleeve ready to have peaceful lavender dreams.