BIATA 

The smell of a forest after a heavy
rain,
Velveteen rose petals drifting between
your fingertips.
A fresh nosebleed dripping down your
chin,
Or the clink of a wine glass against
your teeth.

The bite of a wind chill when you’ve
forgotten your jacket,
The smell of an old book who’s waited
a while to be read,
The moment a star bursts into a
supernova,
The look in the eye of a wild doe in
your headlights.

BIATA, ‘character aesthetic

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