It wasn't
only smoke
coming out
of her mouth.
Every insecure
and anxious
part of her
also left.
As if she
wasn't going
to breathe it
all in again.
YOU ARE READING
A Hundred Roses
PoetryAnd suddenly, I couldn't tell anymore if it was me the one reading her words or her words were the ones that kept reading my soul
Smoking poetry
It wasn't
only smoke
coming out
of her mouth.
Every insecure
and anxious
part of her
also left.
As if she
wasn't going
to breathe it
all in again.