on a planet
the color of rose
we immerse the rows
in liquid metal
so not to come
undone
in the cold heat
of absent
sun
not want for courage
i am spent from these dealings
the theme lingers
producing images and words
i hope to say or convey
useless i flop on the couch
in the pulsing light
it’s my something sweet
comes with painful
era
the forms spoke
with intent
at the pace of earths
rotation
the angle
a bellicosity lent
casting stark
shadows upon the moss
time
took the rose off
and left her
spent
nevertheless
malcontent
she made waves she made a lot of enemies speaking her mind she made waves and you don’t always make friends making waves … at least they know you are more than a pulse
athens georgia was chock full of misfits … she hit 3 coffeehouses in 6 hours and they threatened to call security simply because she was asking about a croissant after ten minutes waiting wtf?
graduates rolling on the grass making out
subdivision two. 3am
fears of perdition troubled the sleep. she turned pages letting the characters affection wash over her
she allowed herself a sugar cookie with oat milk
attended by the creatures of the night
original poetry by Katya Mills 2026
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