atrocities break the stillness, crystallizing disenchantment. everyone falls short of glory, hopes be damned.
By Zara Blume4 months ago in Poets
silky as tofu pearlescent like rice water warm as matcha froth creamy as coconut milk i swallow smoothly wet as rose water
By Zara Blume6 months ago in Poets
history repeats itself victors lie to victimize a most haunting melody and trite, lyrical poison intoxicatingly sung deathly china white in veins
By Zara Blume7 months ago in Poets
funny how your fingers fit in the grooves of my rib cage kneecaps on hip bones your/my mouth devours you thrust within me
By Zara Blume8 months ago in Poets