That Home Smell

It is sometimes hard to write

A feeling; to freight

My pen with the right- 

Sized punch: collate this

Tiny air-breath scent, light

Enough to gently grate

Your eyelids, unwrap a tear, tight-

Hold the lungs. Words placate

But cannot describe the bite -

Red-rimmed, lance-straight.

Esme Bell

Esme Bell is a second-year English Lit student from St Cuth’s who enjoys any form of writing; you can find more of her work in The Bubble, The Palatinate and The Gentian Journal.


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