poems rush by
overrun with themselves
swallowed up in fabric
stitched into our clothes and lives
gasping for breath
drowning in air.
and we drown
with them.
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Hello!
I just wanted to say thank from the bottom of my heart for reading. This is the 100th poem published (quite the milestone) and I'm incredibly grateful to everyone for reading my poems. It means the world to me.
Bye for now, loves!
~ Ella P.
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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...
