Blue glass is broken into green shards,
Snakeskin peaks from her collar,
With the deep brown irises glaring with a thousand suns.
A hole in the center of my chest sucks in these gold pendants,
Where evil eyes are broken at the cusp of their chains.
An illness takes over the mind and the body follows,
A soul flickers only in the darkest part of the psyche,
And eyelashes are curled with the closest precision.
Positive affirmations fail to erase false positives,
Arched backs do not make for arched necks.
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An Ode to Muses to Kalliope
PoetryThis poetry collection explores regret, isolation, philosophy, with a sprinkling of guilt. Historical references are encouraged! If you're just going through the motions of life, whether it be blissful or difficult, these poems are great companions...
