Poem -
Lips of Bile
Flatulated Flatery
Flatulated Flattery falling from lips of bile lingers in tainted hearts of rot...
Beautifully putred are the sharp thorns tethering wilting roses cutting the hands that hold tightly to perfumed ideas of love..
Lackluster scented empathy adorns souls of dark essentially staining purity with its intrusive oils..
Aromatically stagnant are the pungent smells of flatulated flatters that fall from lips of bile...
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Comments
Hey Raechel. Cleverly penned poetry here, I like how cyclical it is. You have some muse! Looking forward to checking out more of your work soon. Welcome to the Cosmos!
"in tainted hearts of rot..."
"Perfumed ideas of love.."
I love those lines! Thanks for sharing your poetry with us x