A 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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
this isn't a poem it's more of an artful regurgitation of something I'm thinking over and over reeling back and forth between speech and thought it's a state of living a cross between fiction and reality my reality, anyways which isn't yours so just sit pretty and listen.
there will be thousands of hands to break the stiff necks of your little lives playing with childlike ignorance and you mustn't let them.
I'm a believer maybe that's where I find most of my faults, in the veins of nightmares, but I believe this and you don't have to if you don't want I've just chosen my best thoughts and dolled them up for you to soak in I'd bathe in them myself if they didn't try to drown me I shouldn't complain about it there will be plenty of others to push my head under the water.
but you mustn't let them.
or maybe you should and you'll understand the pain it takes to gather the pieces of yourself scattering like precious glass marbles under dressers and friends and beds and lovers what I'm saying is maybe we need to let them steal these wings and claws and scales these bodies reduced to humans before we untether the ends and let ourselves go.
there will be thousands of hands to break the stiff necks of your little lives playing with childlike ignorance and you must let them.
