(A/N: This was another in class assignment where we had to write something based on a smell and so you get to know some of my life in this.)

There has always been the strong smell of cinnamon
The way it crept up my nose my nose and would be sweet
And sour at the same time.

I can remember wanting to smell like cinnamon when I was young
I poured a container of it on myself and the dog so that we smell great
Mom wasn't happy about that.

Its in the smell of alcohol like fireball that seeks to poison us
The cinnamon smell is a mere distraction to the poison we swallow
Hence, I stopped drinking all together.

My mom used to try to make different recipes
Christmas was the time for her annual gingerbread family snacks
She put a ton of cinnamon on these ones.

This was the last Christmas we had as a whole family
My dad was becoming violent, my brother was moving, my mom was restless
I started to recognize depression as it stares me down.

Snap, snap, snap, munch, munch, munch
Those gingerbread families smelled and tasted delicious
That's also how the family crumbled.