The Door leads to the Floor.【POETRY】

The Door leads to the Floor.

Knock-knock; it’s your lungs speaking!
They gunpowder-shoot carbon dioxide
Through a wide throat and trumpet tongue.
They’re disappointed again.
It almost feels if
you kept one Oxygen for yourself.
Throwing the rest into my eyes.
Choking, Choking,
The Door leads to the Floor.
And the dust doesn’t care
You’re not here anymore.
You’re Air.
Your Air, your heir
Didn’t want to be you again.
But that’s not okay. I’m
Your Air,
YOUR.
I dropped the ball and lost your feet.
You’re not here anymore.
You left when I lost your feet.
They’re calloused, I’m young.
And I don’t want your feet anymore.
The Door leads to the Floor.
That’s. not okay.
Trumpet Tongue Louder. TTL.
TTL. TTL. TTL. TTL. YOUR.
I’m not Mine.
The Door leads me to the Floor.
But I’m not Me,
I’m Yours.