Blue roses aren't real
even when you have dyed them
make-up and filters.
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from QC (A.K.A Soul Writer) and writers in Poets and other communities.
Ever tried to write with baby-shark on repeat? All my thoughts are blue.
By QC (A.K.A Soul Writer)3 years ago in Poets
patience pushing through provocation and pain with poise passively plastered on unperturbed faces papering over the cracks formed
By ali3 days ago in Poets
the pain scars my heart like breath hangs on the window marking the journey
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 days ago in Poets
They said she was ill. - Ill? What’s the deal, Annie thought. She was only 5. She spoke to angels, told them, “I want to be healthy… I want to be free.” They said, “Not yet. This is not for nothing. It has a meaning. Everything’s going to be alright.”
By Maya Or Tzur6 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.