tides change, she said.
ambitions shift. loyalties break.
i am simply a victim
of this vile, unending war.
and what am i? he begged,
fire breathing down his throat.
he slipped through the noose
and fell flat on the floor,
ankles broken.
he didn't notice the choking smoke
of his brothers wrapping
around his waist and weaving
through his hair,
curdling his morality.
the black of his blood
bristled at his words.
almost offended.
almost forgotten.
she smiled sadly
and let ash fall
from her lips.
a desperate
shadow chasing
the light.
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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...
