Battle- Scars

Smoky Whispers

It's funny how in such a short amount of time,

He became my oxygen.

Even in the drafty, smoke filled room,

It's never been easier to breathe.

We whisper to each other

I' m S c a r e d

Because we know that life is an uphill battle,

And they're all perched at the top

Having crumpets and tea.

They laugh at our struggle to climb the mount,

They sneer as we bleed.

Even when he takes an absence,

I still feel his warmth alongside me.

It keeps me alive

In this absolute zero tundra.