W(ee/a)ding Life

I walk in the field of wildflowers
to let my worth smell of intoxication
for roses don't make rush in me
dopamine, from the day I replaced
satchel with bottled heart.
Every time I inhale, a whiff runs in
my blood of insobriety, of diesel-ed
smoke, of flickering seasons, of
entranced breaths and inconspicuous
depart.

I bask upon the scented meadow,
paying no heed to familiar faces in the
crowd who surged in my life as
dreadful flood when my heart was a
paper boat. Only if I've known not to
draw in a single breath of wildflowers,
I'd not dare to touch them in
anticipation, I'd not dare to consume
temporary sucrose but lifelong poison.

I walk and walk till I reach afar from
this noxious field but life is a
tenacious companion out of all the
weeds I should've known, from the
time I've birth-marked my existence.
I seep into life little by little, I glide
my bones over its epilogue, the traces
of age and growth splashes over
my crumpled skin and I wonder why
I keep holding hope more than
I hold myself in such a deathly realm.

#lifecycle not exactly.

@mellow_wings since you asked me to write ♡