how much
are you worth?
for there are days
i can't know
what you know
and years i've put
between us
that have starved
your worth
brought down the
percentage
cut you in half
and given away
the best parts.
what is your price?
in rose petals
and in gold
in love
and in cruelty
pounds and pounds of it
flushed away
trampled
cursed
loved
in small
doses.
your skin
is only a canvas
for purchase.
and until you
confide in me
your worth
i'll keep asking
and prodding
at this dead thing
of our love
until it spits out
an agreeable
answer.
our lives
have only just
begun
the currency
is another trick
to keep you
from me.
so tell me-
what did it cost
to fashion those
high walls
around
yourself?
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...
