Icy thorns in kestrel snow,
I gather them for you; plunging
ire to your still desert, stave
it in illness, black lilies
incite the gallows you bring
into the ladies of dust
if the blood oceanid parts.
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"Poetess of darkness"–dVerse community; guitarist; pet hoarder.
My work, credited under my pseudonym Ellie Onka, has appeared in Visual Verse Anthology, VariantLit Magazine, Free Verse Revolution, the Scarlet Leaf Review, and a podcast called "Poetic Slice of Life" among others.
Poets such as Sylvia Plath, Ted Hughes, Lenoard Cohen, and E.E. Cummings are my main sources of poetic inspiration. I hope to one day have them rolling in the grave at my poetry.
At least, I could only hope to evoke such strong reaction.
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