Whisper Blood Tongue
My teenage bedroom was like an esot-
eric planetarium. I liked to fill it with
cherry pits, and moth wings, random
love letters to nobody, and old glasses
of stolen, stagnant red wine with fruit
flies floating at the top. I liked to have
long, chatty Cosmo Girl conversations
with Lilith while sitting on the itchy floor
under the foot of my bed—to have her
ask for me if the moon would be kind
enough to dance with me at my ex’s
funeral; a pearl-flooded nave where
I’d brood over his yearbook photo-
graph as pungent heaps of ashen
camphor and bat’s blood stew.
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Pride Ed
Hello! Just call me Pride, or Bluebird. I've been writing for a little over a decade now. I won some money here and there, and I'm in a few books of poetry. But, I still consider myself a novice when it comes to writing poetry. I learn everyday! My themes/styles/literary movements are all over the place. I attribute that to my reading whatever I could get my hands on in my youth. Never limit yourself; explore genres and things you think aren't for you. You could have a surprise waiting! :P I'm gonna be honest; I only made an account here to experiment with the Poetry Genome, but I kinda like this site now lol My main platform where I post poetry is here -------->https://allpoetry.com/Pride_Ed (registered users can only view right now)
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