There are spider webs in my lungs.
They contract and dilate
Rip and tear
with each grasping attempt to respire
as I choke on lies
deceit
and strawberry aftershave.
There are spider webs in my lungs.
They contract and dilate
Rip and tear
with each grasping attempt to respire
as I choke on lies
deceit
and strawberry aftershave.
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Thanks Peter, life gets in the way, but I’m coming back to it slowly 🙂
‘Spider webs’ in the lungs, powerful, Azzuen, I feel the awful sweetness of that aftershave! Good to see you’re writing still, remember your poems from the old site.