Blow it Away

Dusty remnants

scented with love

and your expectations of me

to blow them away –

Dusty nothings –

collecting over time; replaced

more quickly than I can blow.

I think you just like watching me work –

keeping up with the mess, inhaling,

exhaling it all away – relief.

Panic.

Red, flustered, cheeks

Burning for

dust to fill my lungs

leaving no room for anyone else’s air.

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