there's something eerie about
someone with a book in their lap
opened to the middle, cream pages
luxuriously spread
without their eyes ever meeting
that open book
just staring out the window
with an entire history in their hands
awake
and breathing.
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
little blue flowers
कविताA 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...
