PearlA Poem by Ellie Elizabeth
Gliding pearls on her skin, blinded in blood.
Anemic Fingers pluck black cello strings and hold white, sallow pearls that you once kissed. The moths that leave your lips brush your hair and breathe your poison; they film your tongue and grow lush on your cheek.
I saw the blood that ran from your mouth as you kissed my hand.
You fall in a pond of pearls and cover them in a thick violet.
I kiss your rose cheek while you seep. You seep into my fingers as I hold you, and swallow violet pearls.
© 2012 Ellie Elizabeth
Added on May 21, 2012
Last Updated on May 28, 2012
San Antonio, TX
AboutI'm 16 years old, and i'm in love with writing and literacy education. Writing is one of the only ways, besides my art, where i can express how i feel with confidence. Even though i'm not the religio.. more..