Poems by Rosy Cheeks And Irony

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    Sheared. His milkflower skin did nothing more than...

  • Suppose
    that I wake up tomorrow, and...

  • In a city bleached a pale shade of grey,
    A girl, watches a man vomit up his life upon the...

  • Bleached, like the city resting silently in the
    scorched reflection of her watered gaze...

  • Somewhere, closer to an ocean where
    waves crash into explosions of white...

  • Somewhere, closer to an ocean where
    waves crash into explosions of white...

  • Wounded. (1) 1

    These are the words of which I regret least...
    A knife disguised distantly as another tongue...

  • Angles. (3) 4

    Our lips were a shade of delicate light blue;
    their colour that of gentle stalactite...

  • My eyes bare upward,
    as though in prayer, longing, like the one thing...

  • Dedicated to the countless war poets, and all of...
    “When the prison guards burned his manuscripts...

  • This is my humanity;
    whittled lovingly to a sharp point...

  • Like any good daughter, I move my body forward.
    A sacrifice on the table of family gratitude and...