When the dampness of rain reunites with the earth
and the smell of it permeates the world
enveloping your senses like the scent of blood
emotions, rotting, fingers curled
around the birth
of a new type, reason, of feeling
stealing
away from typical rationality
dealing
in the area of indecipherably different shades
YOU ARE READING
Vent Poetry
PoetryJust, poems i write, decided to publish them, let people read em. Idk. Feel free to leave hate or critical comments i dont rlly care. Also feel free to enjoy! i hope they give some people like me some comfort.
