Schrödinger's Heart
You look at me,
dead eyes
decay, lips flatline.
I cannot read the pattern
they have spun
at first, a flower,
but blooming too
darkly. Petals kiss
your cheeks, your lips,
but their color cannot
soak into your skin,
paint you in dimples
and blush. Angel light
cannot pierce your time-
fossil'd eyes to catch
your heart
still
beating.
YOU ARE READING
3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever - 2018
PoetryWelcome to the Poets Pub 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever. This year it will be an eight (8) week gauntlet style poetry competition, with a new poetry prompt every week and a winner announced each week. All winners will be eligible for our Poet...
