Poems by Rosy Cheeks And Irony

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  • Hemlock (5) 3

    There’s clean sheets on the floor
    that don’t really matter because...

  • & tell me about the night, where we rushed the...
    the silken effigy of silence and told it be quiet...

  • Holy (2) 2 HM

    & so we held each other almost holy
    in that perfect shade of morning...

  • She taps her foot at the end
    of the table and hums a steady beat...

  • & this is where I find myself -
    Running like a wildfire through the fields of...

  • - Because what is emptiness but the
    corruption that lonely space leaves...

  • Laced together inevitably:
    we have finally managed to fold in upon each...

  • Somewhere between the ends of your smile, and
    the lids of your eyes...

  • 1...
    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...