Twine your fingers through their hair
Tug woefully on the hands of time
Offer up a lofty grin tinged by greed
And begin again.
Dangle your cigarette by the mouths of hungry younglings
Watch how they squirm with want
Settle into the mask like it owns you
And begin again.
Bend the rules, make them yours
Make it all yours
And just when the glass becomes too full
Too much
Too perfect
End it all.
Begin again
And play my anthem.
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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...
