2 a.m. and i'm already tired
sound the alarm
call my husband
make sure the stove is hot
and burn away the rubbish
2 a.m. and i'm already empty
take away my pen
the paper too
cancel my plans
i'll be here awhile
thinking thinking
like a bloody newborn
where is the truth? the humanity?
where is the talent?
i've no idea
2 a.m. and i'm already gone.
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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...
