Death Comes in Threes

Death Comes in Threes

A Poem by elle

cues world's smallest violin
and the water works begin
as i sulk all but within
you're omnipotent in sin

the burn is that of ice
it's chill has struck me thrice
heart stolen, courted heist
lab experiment without the mice

(are you happy now?)

© 2019 elle


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i could ask this of a few people...had to search and find my stolen heart thrice....it did make me feel as somewhat of an experiment.
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago



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elle
elle

Seeking Nirvana, NC



About
“I am my best work - a series of road maps, reports, recipes, doodles, and prayers from the front lines” -Audre Lorde Mom. Awkward. Sarcastic. Emotional. And I blame things on my Pisce.. more..

Writing
rewind, play. rewind, play.

A Poem by elle