Poems from avery.riane
capricorn lover -- i run my fingers across your rough knuckles like moving from paragraph to paragraph. i twirl the ends of your hair...
war is . . .
war could be more than a rifle and a knife;
when eyes of warm honey turn to that of a
violent tiger, when the screaming...
i will travel the distance, away from home
to the enormous cathedral built out of stone.
walls painted like a sky, citrus in the air,
this...
the locker room.
the catholic confession room
for eighth grade girls,
only to collect their
tears into empty perfume
bottles and to be...
girls are expected to bleed flowers.
this, my friends, is not true.
they'll spend hours upon hours
putting on paint to hide what they do...