Hieroglyphic Histories
1 min readMar 15, 2022
A poem.
Your fragrance lingers
On my oversized shirt.
The air is far too warm
My lungs are suffocating.
In your arms
Can’t avoid harm
That always wanting to be wanted.
A poem.
Your fragrance lingers
On my oversized shirt.
The air is far too warm
My lungs are suffocating.
In your arms
Can’t avoid harm
That always wanting to be wanted.
Film/music critic and poet. New articles every Mon, Thurs & Sat. Poetry on Sundays! Contact: reecebeckett2002@gmail.com https://linktr.ee/reecebeckett