Poems from elaina.perry
Sitting in the shadow behind your
satisfyingly milky exhale
Red Swine Boy
Broken Beaked Sparrow
Tip back your head and sip the blood of ...
Pick your coffin, nod to your friends.
Smile and laugh, it’s coming to an end.
Open the hatch, slide in through the side...
don’t try to...
Are we really this dirty generation,
or are we just aiming for what we
believe youth should look like – I can’t tell.
Why did we start...
Someplace there is shredding
A soft black rabbit in a wooden house
A boy and his hair grown out to his toes
A teacher too sad to keep her...