"i grow loudest
when the rains start to fall
and the ink bleeds into my skin
and the colors wash away.
i am loudest
when men tell women what to do
and girls grow fangs like mine
but the bite somehow hurts us
the most.
i can become the
loudest
fucking
thing
on the planet
is that all right with you?"
it usually scared them off pretty quick
but this one just
grabbed her hand in his
offered her a swig of dr pepper
and kissed the corner of her mouth.
"and if i'm louder?"
a dare. a challenger at last.
she smiled into his eyes.
"then we'll just have to
shatter each other."
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PoesieA 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...
