you smell like carrion flowers.
the rancid smell of rotting flesh
the corpse flower emitted
should've been a warning.
you attract scavenging flies,
and trap them to ensure
the pollination transfer is complete.
in other words, you use us
time and time again
to spread your ways
and infect our lovely air
with rotting concepts, ideas.
an incomplete poem sprouts
from your seed,
our brains couldn't make coherent thoughts
and finishing around the edges became difficult; the smell took over our lives.
do you have a lavender i could smell instead?
YOU ARE READING
-𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐚 iii.
Poetryanother collection of poems from the heart. i hope, with every breath of me, that these inspire you, make you smile, or just make you feel something. thank you for reading. 𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚 𝙢...
