i am away
and
tumbling
like
quail eggs down frozen hills
traipsing across the tundra
with fish heads for feet
what a life to live
half asleep in delirium
passing around every bottled drug
labeled 'freakier than the last'
what a death to die
half awake with bug eyes
scrounging to leave the skull
fingers bleeding crimson icicles
quail eggs cracked.
i am away
and
tumbling
like
flaming gold
leaf.
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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...
