I don't think you realize how hard
the shadows bite back
when you mistake one of our own
for a glittering pool of your sunlight.
feel our fangs, motherfucker.
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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...
provoke our darkness
I don't think you realize how hard
the shadows bite back
when you mistake one of our own
for a glittering pool of your sunlight.
feel our fangs, motherfucker.
