small brass buttons down the front
a fresh slab of butter on toast
politicians politician-ing on the tv
silvery voices oozing from the radio
a half-drunken mother-in-law
yelling yelling yelling
"get up!"
it's everything and nothing
and still you sit astride a lounger
you sack of done-up shit
your striped socks on backwards
lipstick smeared on your upper lip
and your hair a mess rodents adore
it's everything and nothing
and still you mock
the world for being less than
an inch from loving you.
try harder.
YOU ARE READING
little blue flowers
PoetryA collection of original poetry by Ella Petrichor. Highest Rank: #152 in Poetry (6/14/18) **COMPLETED** ::Excerpt:: "betrayal along the seams" A melancholic pallor lining her face She stood in the doorway Beating the shit out of that old rug As thou...
