Graffiti 5
Author: Ash Ochoa Poetry
You'll figure it out.
Suffocation
My lungs stiffen as the air is snatched away. They lay stagnant... silently screaming together in unison... revoked of oxygen and desperate to expand. Relaxing in finality when hope is deemed useless... and the suffocation is too much to withstand.
Gone
Home
Acrid
Pungent and lingering deep within the nose... Clinging to the room and the threads of my clothes. Seeping from the body, hot sweat, and stale breath... Drifts the sour acrid scents behind every death.
Lamp Post
Love Letters
I wanted the love letters carved not delicately etched, so they would remain permanent as scars in my flesh. I needed the words engraved without pause or restraint, by fervent hands yearning for where my skin lay in wait.
Frost 5
Frost 4
Frost 3
AO Poetry 
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