Heaviness
Takes breath hostage Leaving me hollow Lying on back in moist soil Gasping for breath; love. Empty fingers Plucking at nonexistent violin For my lungs Can’t expel carbon dioxide rich air With lingering traces of gin. My love I need you here; To hold me As I piece myself together Your warmth Your smell I need all of it, Today I’m lost amongst the rubble Searching for traces of sun In the dust of rusted stones #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva
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