Here

Close your eyes and breathe the silence

like the taste of smoke at night,

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or the feel of fur against your skin,

the smell of snow in dawn’s half-light,

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when your smile’s a shadow

glimpsed through fog,

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and ambition’s a rumor

you never believed,

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your every cell crying

for the beautiful present,

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how could you ever desire to leave?

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Just something I wrote for school that I’m rather proud of. I broke all of the writing prompt rules, but it is, I think, the best work I’ve done. I’m still kinda fiddling with the grammar, so if you review (hint hint) please tell me if you think there’s a way it could work better.

-J