Pinky up.
Tipped back tea glasses and
Tiny sandwiches that taste like dust.
Black suits and red ties and
Velvet dresses that sparkle with jewels.
Silk pillows and high heels.
I can't even walk in tennis shoes but you're gliding in stilettos.
Hands up.
Thrown back heads and alcohol burnt throats.
Bottles of whisky that taste like regret.
Black eyes and red blood and
Velveteen rabbits torn to shreds.
Grey pillows and over-worn white shoes.
I can't even breathe in the air and you're living off of it.
A/N: The mansions/shacks are from the game MASH and this poem is contrasting the difference between each one. (Just in case this one was a bit confusing ☺️)
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Painful Truths
PoetryLife asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these a...
