The room feels thick
Thick with something
Like filth
&
The walls are heavyPermanently rotting
Into the center of my mattress
Let me be swallowed
Whole by the roomAlways one mildew
drop away from the
walls rotting
And colliding in
around meForm into some kind
Of creature
& crawl awayLeave me alone
In a pile of
Garbage
While I turn into
Something else
Unsightly
YOU ARE READING
always raining - Poetry
Poesíamy heart has been raining into my soul ever since we met... ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʀᴀɪɴᴅʀᴏᴘꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅʀɪꜰᴛ ....ꜱᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ǝuoɓ ǝɹ,ʎǝɥʇ ǝɹoɟǝq ɯǝɥʇ ɥɔʇɐɔ os˙˙˙˙ ʇɟıɹp llıʍ sdoɹpuıɐɹ ǝʞıl sʇɥɓnoɥʇ ǝsǝɥʇ