There's a boy who unfolds her heart like a paper butterfly
extracting the scraps from the bowels of her soul until all
you can see is a bouquet of orchids.
A floral blue rose blooms through the creases running
across the palms of her hands.
Teeth veiled in sour sweet citrus, they consume each
other in escapade and desire.
The sun rises and all she can think about is how long they
have left together.
Responsibilities and nagging mothers come knocking on her
door so she buries her head in the billows of ever after.
"It's only eight,'' she says, "let me outrun morning a little longer."
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
