Dust Boy

You cling.
Tiny particles slip into skin grooves
dust forms layers at the bottom of lungs.
I could breathe you forever,
I think,
As I scrub you from beneath my nails.

I have dark spaces that you have learnt how to settle in.

I danced beneath the sunset, tinged with greyness.
You were swirling like fairground lights,
I was struggling to breathe.
I could do this forever,
I thought,
If only you weren’t so bad for me.

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