polluted, as i am, every second:
my skin and bones and throat
when i was born i was clean, and
you forced me to breathe-
you forced me to oxidise
it might have been for my own good but
adults never know best
nobody knows best.
there is an abundance of iron in my blood,
there is an itch in my brain,
there is steel in my bones.
fire-hued dust seeps into my soul.