This Unnamed Feeling

Washing my eyes

With rain drops of Summertime

He’s kissing my throat

As I choke on this lullaby

Singing it softly

I whisper the words

Lungs filled with sweet flowers


How the scent burns my pupils

As tears turn to embers

They fall hot on my skin

Scorch marks on blushed cheeks

His lips soothe the fire

Like water to flames

But the flower has wilted


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