incomplete.
drifting across sand, gravelly
tongues lapping at poetry like it's more
than words and thought and magic.
we're incomplete.
mirage of me
gargling every last sentence
rolling around the flavor of boys and future and candlelight in swearing mouths.
we're undeniably incomplete.
feet seeking purchase on ledges made for
sorrowful birds of prey and goats
and dumb poetry
drink down and up and sideways
write a little, cry a little
spit the emotion on the page
make sure it's bright enough to see
against the blinding lights.
we're undeniably incomplete assholes
with walnuts for brains
sucking on flavored futures like candy
sticking our gravelly tongues out at
students and love and each other.
we are the poetry.
every last bit of it
stands with us.
how horrible a thought that is.
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...
