Posionous Mist

It must be nice to be so loved,

So powerful,

So whatever you are,

That after a year you still have that hold

On thoughts,

On emotions.

You are like a poison slipped into the blood,

Recycled through arteries and veins,

Through the heart,

From the brain

To the toes.

While I am just mist,

There to pass through,

See through,

So easy to ignore

After sensing me for but a moment.

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