. . . hot . . .
growing hotter than summer days
alcohol content :: 40%
burning
fuck, it's hot
why did we agree to this?
sure you're a dumb blonde
and i'm just gullible
but it shouldn't be this
hot
motherfuck
why is it easy to say yes
to those who clearly have
'no's written all over
them?
keep passing around
and pissing in
jam jars
the rest of us don't have
the humanity left in us
to care.
but damn
this maddening
heat.
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...
