you're an almost
settled in the arms of maybes
breaking apart
c y n i c i s m
to
taste
the sugar
of liars
even if we die young
entangled in each other
we'll still have had the lightning
before the inevitable
t h u n d e r
booms.
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...