Apologies

Chrysalism: the tranquility and peace that you feel when you're indoors during a thunderstorm.

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Warmth. Tap dancing across my skin. Slippery sliding through my veins. Warmth - more emotion than temperature.

Safety. Hanging in the air like smoke. Filling my lungs like oxygen. Safety - the unforgettable, perpetually craved kind.

Rain. Falling like stars, catching wishes. Rain - a mirror to the droplets of joy pooling in my eyes, running down to the upturn of my lips.

Chrysalism. How it feels to be loved by you.

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To sara

Here is my failed attempt at your challenge. I’m sorry but I could absolutely not under any circumstances include ‘sleazy’ in a poem. It would’ve haunted me forever and I would have had to inevitably delete it very soon after posting. So I hope you can accept a poem purely about my favourite word instead.😂

Apologies,

Mr Esawey

Here is Paul’s Challenge: