Dressing Room Scribbles (A Poem)

Crushes of sulphur,
You pull me back in.
Set fire to my fingers,
Spread ink on my skin.

Crushes of sulphur,
Compare me to her.
Note all of my niggles,
Where hers don’t occur,

Crushes of sulphur,
I am pulled back in.
I let you spread fire and ink to my skin.

As always, than you for reading. If you enjoyed this leave a like or tell me what you thought in the comments. I post a lot of writing on my Instagram, which can be found here. Love, Ross Lynn.

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