i am

breathing in


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.