fire meet gasoline
my heart burns
in the unforgiving flame
sparks fly
and create their own
tiny mayhems
once pumping
and bound to another
and suddenly charred
the smell of blood
on fire
makes my insides
invert outward
it keeps me up
at night
it stops my breathing
it fuels my apathy
can't i
simply forget it?
i've been told
that smell
is the most
memory stimulating
sense
i agree
but i beg
that this smell
be banished
from this good green earth
because all
it makes me think of
is absolutely
everything.
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flecks of charisma
Poetry(old bad poetry don't read pls ahhh) flecks of charisma is a quintessential guide to not knowing how you're feeling, not knowing how to deal with it, but knowing how to adjust your life around it. some days are tough and some days can elongate into...
