in the hearts
we found the {{shuddering}} emptiness
palpable and immaculate
tracing our spines
with featherlight touches
too pretty for any others.
blood beaded on your brow
and i wiped it away with my thumb
kissed away the hurt
and we dug deeper
tearing flesh and tendon like
vultures wild.
in the hearts
we found
glittering gold and bone
from ancient wars
the bottled cry of a child
crying for its mother
a lover's dagger and
a wounded man's final words.
in the hearts of blackbirds
we found
death herself
waiting
a cigarette flavored with licorice
dangling from her lips.
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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...
