face down on a bed of bent nails
my ass in the air
"woman, who do you think you are?!"
i'm a million different things
to a million different people
but to you i'm just two
the pretty face from down the road
and a body on a bed of bent nails
with her ass in the air
face down
smile up
love is a strange son of a bitch
to those who love with one heart
and never the other.
YOU ARE READING
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...
