"when is it okay
to bury the burdens like they don't
bother
you?
I'd really like to know.
. . . asking for a friend."
but punctuation killed her first
before bullets could
periods commas colons question marks
playing on her skin
she thought they looked pretty
artists all have their own little worlds
revolving around their heads
inside 'em too
but hers she scattered on her
arms thighs hands toes
pretty little burdens left to soak in
the rest
I felt bad for her in that cold auditorium
but there's not much you can do
when you have the same
punctuation
tattooed beneath
your eyelids.
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...
