Overpowering
By Kristina T
All these spices
Covered in powder
Surrounding my sense
Overpowering
Dragging me to the ground
Making a bag like a sack
As the powders crumble
And run down my stockings
Falling in between my tiny holes
The spice feels so strong
The it encourages me and my stockings to rip
Will I be replaced?
I don’t know