Crawling Back to You

Written By The Poetryhood

Poetry by Nima Elnour
Photo by Teslariu Mihai

I return to familiar.
I return to his palms.
Claiming to have suffocated less,
patching broken glass with red ink.

Visually Impaired...
through rose tinted glass
looking into my demise, wishing it was made of pink blossoms.

The petals of my thoughts wither before they…

Fall.

Promising lovers, soft thorns and dead roses.

I return to familiar,
cushioning my thoughts with duck feathers.

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