pale eyes of marble and stone
descendant of the monster
wreak havoc on my body
undo the pain and scarring
and paint my canvas with your
own bloody catastrophe
three years and still the clock
remains unwound; undone.
claws of delicate gossamer
mar the present and take your time
stir the battle with your delirious cry
take and take and take
i'll give it all to you under the influence
and as suns burn up like kindling
and moons are snatched by oblivion
i'll remain unwound; undone.
i'll stay indefinitely.
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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...
