It was a brief moment, when serendipity smiled upon me, but if that was all she could give, I’d rather have gotten nothing at all.. (part 2 of 5)

I want serendipity to smell

As my anguish ignites,

Its carnivorous flames

Feasting on my doubt.

The breeze is perfumed

With a sinister smog,

And even though it hurts,

This smoke is the only air;

And so I am left choking

On the ugly scent

Of a burning heart..

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