Scent
the smell of insanity is not as foul as one would assume
petrichor - the smell of dirt after rain, or a rose in full bloom
it compels you and invites you to take several deep breaths
you inhale and it fills you till there is nothing else left
those on the outside sniff and wrinkle their nose
but they aren’t breathing your air so what do they know
the scent seeps in through your pores and envelops your soul
others will try to save you, but you finally feel whole
though there might be times when you catch a foul fume
the smell of insanity is not as foul as one would assume
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