You’re a storm just brewing up inside me.
Sasha Marini by Ugo Richard
I can’t breathe around you.
Good; bad; none of it.
Deep inhales are required—
Exhales escape between either kisses or clenched teeth.
My lungs don’t like what’s become of them;
Just cages for pent up emotions and mixed up words.
The veins connected to them have started to feel like chains;
And the arteries and aortas back to my heart—
They crave to beat wild again like you used to.
Like that snare before the big announcement.
But the only music you and I seem to inspire;
Is rolling timpani’s;
Accompanied by war drums in the distance.
Bull Elk at Firehole Lake, YNP by Madison76
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