like theirs
they are gentle and tender
when the need arises
but they've broken in their worth
knuckles crack
skin meets skin
flesh bruises and balks
at your
lullaby
hands.
and scars like these
have only known
the briefest of kisses.
i promise to kiss
each
one
before time yields
our
blue
lullaby
end.
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...
