Reapers

Reapers by Teodor Nihtianov

Reapers

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.

<img class="wp-block-coblocks-author__avatar-img" src="https://evepoetry.files.wordpress.com/2021/08/ab2d0-img_20200328_163952_626_2.jpg&quot; alt="<strong>Teodor Nihtianov
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.

This site contains affiliate links to products. We may receive a commission for purchases made through these links. For more information, see my disclosures here. 

This post was proofread by Grammarly Find your domain and create your site at Weebly.com!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.