Vote

expansive, fragile, shapeshifting, my ribs crack open so you can see the golden flecks inside me and cry glass tears on my collarbone the sharp edges of your faux diamonds scar me but they are kinder than the rings that circle my heart

Request permission to use this poem

Written by

nishat-firoj

United States

For You?

Written by

nishat-firoj

United States

Published

Oct 23, 2016

Time

1m

Notes: difficult to read and understand but i understand it so that's all that matters (this is obviously an invalid thing to say ahh)

Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell nishat-firoj how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

About Blog Support FAQ Privacy Terms Contact

Explore

Hello PoetryVoting

Write