spiralling in the air -
choking my soul
staining my clothes.
drooping from your lips -
thin and slender
burning away.
ashing away -
crooked fingers,
pursed lips.
stealing oxygen -
smothering my light
my chest tightens.
unkissable lips -
holding my breath
step away.
that is your imperfection.
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
Poetry// Petrichor // // 🌏 the pleasant smell of earth after rain💧// Est. 2014 ~ 20.. Copyright LittleAussieDreamer (Alannah Mills) 2020
