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You always preferred your coffee black,
Strong and hot and stable,
I would sip my tea across the kitchen table.
Silent moments such as these,
Would make me feel my most at ease.
But now all that's left is tea.
 Jun 2020 Poetic justice
francine
libary,
each day i went to the libary.

libary,
each day i spent at the libary.

libary,
each day i waste at the libary.

libary,
each day with no where else to go.

libary,
each day with no where else to be.

libary.

from the darkness,
you were my sanctuary.
I’ll trap you inside these lines so maybe then you will always be mine
This poem was inspired by a situation I’m going through. Hope you enjoy. Leave a comment ❤️
 Jun 2020 Poetic justice
Raven
Can you feel your blood pumping through your veins?
Be careful you might cause stains
We will wait until it rains
So nothing remains
Only my claims
No blames
Flames
No blames
Only my claims
So nothing remains
We will wait until it rains
Be careful you might cause stains
Can you feel your blood pumping through your veins?
 Jun 2020 Poetic justice
misha
Today I think I will
carve a little heart into my neck
as a memoir
of when you bit me there
and I licked the blood from your lips.
blood is the highest art.
 Jun 2020 Poetic justice
misha
Bittersweet nightshade drips from your lips
I want to be coated in your poison spit.
My dead skin is datura white,
two mad dreamers dancing through the night.
I can feel your trembling claws
swaying with the foxglove’s paws.
Cut me open and I’ll bleed sap,
strength of the yew fighting back.
baby I'm more toxic than you could ever imagine.

— The End —