the life in black:
dark dark paint lathering up
our arms
sinking like stones
in murky water
smog roiling in our lungs
an undisturbed pot of ink
sloshing to and fro
ready to be applied.
it's a bit of
bliss
and a bit of
catastrophe.
we scream and thunder
but salvation still sleeps in.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
little blue flowers
ŞiirA 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...
