ayanna-fieldleap - Hello Poetry

cracked teeth, yellowed marrow, a canary screams out in the mines, she’s singing my song, “have it be the last, have it be the last time.” what last time? a bullet pokes a hole through the air, pokes a hole through her feathers, her fair breast, a lassoed string hooks under her beak, cracked, reddened marrow. - turns her face Rorschach-like, a deformed beauty the sight is bleak, privileged with anomalies her wounds, twitch, flesh riddled with breathing cavities, a corpse bloodily ***** she screams again, sounds like bell chimes a frescoed casket, lines of paint aligned with the lines of her veins, a mourner’s veil dances, entrapped in the crooked wind, not a sound, not a sigh, not a song, just the sound of- bleeding heartstrings.

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Aug 2, 2020

Aug 2, 2020 at 3:04 PM UTC

dead birdsongs

cracked teeth, yellowed marrow, a canary screams out in the mines, she’s singing my song, “have it be the last, have it be the last time.” what last time? a bullet pokes a hole through the air, pokes a hole through her feathers, her fair breast, a lassoed string hooks under her beak, cracked, reddened marrow. - turns her face Rorschach-like, a deformed beauty the sight is bleak, privileged with anomalies her wounds, twitch, flesh riddled with breathing cavities, a corpse bloodily ***** she screams again, sounds like bell chimes a frescoed casket, lines of paint aligned with the lines of her veins, a mourner’s veil dances, entrapped in the crooked wind, not a sound, not a sigh, not a song, just the sound of- bleeding heartstrings.

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Skin Fingernails, moonlight, low-light What’s the beast in the mirror I see? It stares at me, it’s features moaning a sad soliloquy I find it’s eyes, green, green, the colour of envy Envy. Envy. I find myself stretching skin. Skin, it’s anthropomorphism deeply disturbs me Why can’t I take it off Peel it off, rip it off, burn it off, cut it off Snip, snip The more I stare the more it crumbles, it crumbles I paint it’s mask with lacquer but the same pair of green eyes stare at me What is that, who is that beast The low-light consoles me but still I see it for what is Me

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Sep 6, 2018

Sep 6, 2018 at 4:16 AM UTC

Skin

Skin Fingernails, moonlight, low-light What’s the beast in the mirror I see? It stares at me, it’s features moaning a sad soliloquy I find it’s eyes, green, green, the colour of envy Envy. Envy. I find myself stretching skin. Skin, it’s anthropomorphism deeply disturbs me Why can’t I take it off Peel it off, rip it off, burn it off, cut it off Snip, snip The more I stare the more it crumbles, it crumbles I paint it’s mask with lacquer but the same pair of green eyes stare at me What is that, who is that beast The low-light consoles me but still I see it for what is Me

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There's a girl name, Augusta, Like the month where the branches are stripped from their leaves but turn an evergreen somewhere else, There's a girl named, Augusta, Who wears her heart on her long sleeves and weeps the tears no one should weep, There's a girl named, Augusta Who breathes blossoms but her hair is frosted in ice, There's a girl named Augusta, She shows the joy of the turquoise seas but feels the wind of the grey sky. There's a girl named Augusta And I wish for her to find someone who will thaw the winter that grows in her heart.

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Sep 4, 2016

Sep 4, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC

A Girl Named "Augusta"

There's a girl name, Augusta, Like the month where the branches are stripped from their leaves but turn an evergreen somewhere else, There's a girl named, Augusta, Who wears her heart on her long sleeves and weeps the tears no one should weep, There's a girl named, Augusta Who breathes blossoms but her hair is frosted in ice, There's a girl named Augusta, She shows the joy of the turquoise seas but feels the wind of the grey sky. There's a girl named Augusta And I wish for her to find someone who will thaw the winter that grows in her heart.

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