Reapers by Teodor Nihtianov


Aren’t her eyes
like a faded picture.
An old soul
in a young creature.

Dresses like her favorite singer.
Eyebrows frayed at the edge.
Tongue like a bee’s stinger.

And in this dream
we float forever.
Thinking we are both
so clever.

<strong>Teodor Nihtianov</strong>
Teodor Nihtianov

28-year-old Bulgarian living in Philadelphia. Writing has been the most consistent hobby in my life.

I like to keep things as simple as possible in terms of the words I write, the words I read and the things I do.

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