As Clear as It’s Ever Been

"Scented soap- why should I believe you?" That reads like the start of a minimalist poem or a line in a surreal dialogue. It's got a hint of mistrust mixed with whimsy-like you're interrogating something gentle that might be hiding something deeper.

If you're aiming for metaphor or poetic tension, it works. But if you're asking literally: scented soap is generally made to clean and leave a pleasant fragrance-no lies intended-unless you suspect it's irritating your skin or not living up to its label.

Would you like help shaping this into a poem or short piece?