You Poem by Ari Nystrom Rice

I breathe your fumes through my little lungs.
I breathe through the shallow waters.
I breathe through the murky muds.
I smell the putrid stinging in my throat.
I smell the rotten cockroach scrutinizing, waiting to engage.
I smell the corroded pastures, moldy fruits.
I taste your gripping hands.
I taste your bloody, glass cut palms.
I taste your screaming spit in my mouth.
I see you for who you are