To Compensate
Getting high off perfume
has lost
its perk .
Naked bodies and whispers
don't feel the
same .
I don't want hands tangled
in my hair or
pulling my chain ,
I don't want nails digging
into my back
or throat . . .
I'd much rather savour
the sent of
an empty room ,
Appreciate the body
I'm trapped
in ,
Live without worry
of wandering
hands ,
And grow
my nails
out finally . . .
Because
getting high off perfume
has lost
its perk ,
And
naked bodies and whispers
don't feel
the same .
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Blind Poets
PoetryPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
