when you notice the sunrise breathing
down your back in excitement-
the night sky pushing you gently forward
to face those who have wronged you-
the bottle of stars on the coffee table
patiently waiting,
lingering-
you'll know where you left it
where you let it slip between your ribs
sluggishly out through the skin
pooled in your hands
blood is not nearly as thick as this mess
where you plucked from the onyx
shards of moonlit memories
and deliriously impossible daydreams
where you left the shards of a dreamer
sitting in citrus-scented parlors
waiting patiently for you
to retrieve her again.
that's when you'll see it.
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...
