Petroleum breath, gently she creeps
Only stopping for when she sleeps
Casting a light, white as the snow
Falling, and growing, to heaven below
No turning for her, eyes sunk by tears
A hunger that lasts a million years
Petroleum breath, fires upon shores
Mirrors a cloud that never downpours
Storms upon lands, sandy by touch
Taking the things we wanted so much
Broken clutched straws, splinters in hand
Painful reminders of what we don't understand
As memories go down like a stubborn digest
The theories of words, on petroleum breath.
~~~ Had a few poeple ( no names attached sadly) asking who this poem/s is for/about .. Well here's a little education for the day, Petroleum-based oils tend to block the skin's ability to "breathe". Petroleum can also leach the skin's natural oils. Imagine this for breathing/taling. The woman is a ghost like figure trying to tell those around her, she s there, she is real .. but no one hears her .. A poem of being somewhere but not being somewhere all at the same time .. aA ghost poem of haunting words.. ~~
