tears and petrichor

tears and petrichor

the past hurtings i hid

seem to find the air

in the blind,

grip it by the sleeve,

and make it bleed

in the form of white steam

 

tears and petrichor

the humid exhalations

of monsters unseen

what’s the tired heroine to feel

when going into the behemoth’s cave--

absolute anticipation?

or absolute apprehension?