Smoke
filled the room.
Dust layered
artifacts collect
accumulate.
The spaces
where I felt
most naked
porcelain
sacred
are now wrapped
in a dark mist.
Breathe deep.
Cough for me.
My fire's out
and I'm Looking
for the window
where I can vent.
Your door is locked.
Exhaust leaking in
which I wanted to mend
and I tried to defend
but they just left me breathless.
You appear Houdini
and just as easily
puff into a cloud.
My breeze is no match
to clear this place.
Smeared carbon
remaining
your silence
keeps staining,
it will not allow me the fresh air.
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