sometimesihatemycat

My sense
Of smell
Burns quick today
A fireplace
Not used
Since fall
Cigarettes
I don’t smoke
At all
Dinner burned
And scraped
Last week
Sage barely used
Because I’ll never
Be clean
A candle
Blown out
Years ago
These walls
Ablaze
And crumbling so

-me

Artist Unknown

~ by April on July 30, 2021.

Posted in Body, Death, Identity, Loss, Love, Poetry
Tags: ashes, Burning, Cinders, Fire, Hypersensitive, Phantosmia, Poetry, Scent, Senses, Smell