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Anna Mink Jan 2021
Become hungover
And there is a strange hunger.
Sin is calories.

Drink clementine juice.
It's filling a hole in me
Like a new partner.

I'm made to forget.
Winter sun blinding my eyes.
We say goodnight now.

~ A.M, F.H.
Written & Published 19th of January 2021.
Anna Mink Jan 2021
May dandelion embroidery watch over you as you sleep.

It's nostalgic for me to speak in such a wishful language. It's foreign to you - this strange concept of peace and an unconditional, untethered intimacy where you no longer have to flinch at one's unpredictable movement.

Where was it while you grew? The trust? Where was it as you were forced to reconsider everything that is not yourself? And why now, as you sleep vulnerable, do you flinch at my touch?

~ A.M, F.H.
Written & Published 16th of January 2021.
Anna Mink Jan 2021
Savage flowers open under a starting stormfront.
Mistress Sunshine's nowhere around; her presence expunged.
Despite Mother Rights, I'm blind from what she'd done before.
For hours my eyes are emptied of nerves she had stunned.

[ i loathe our sun and im glad we cannot share blood ]
~ A.M, F.H.
Written & Published in 9 minutes on 15th of January 2021
(2:37 - 2:46)
Anna Mink Jan 2021
im bold to hold you //
sand in folds of our underclothes //
you were still holding my hand
when a strange feeling arose
like rose taste in a gin
and yet again i feel blue //
it makes you question up at me
in depths of these conquerable waters
cold //

~ A.M, F.H.
Written & Published 9th of January 2021.
Anna Mink Nov 2020
you're a stranger in a myth where there is no official beginning or ending
and i'm not worth your spark in my darkness nor every explosion you leave for me.
now im stowed in all that is left of you when it seems this cruel world doesn't need me
and i can't recall what inviting lies you've said when embers on my skin singe deep.

~ A.M, F.H.
Written & Published 28th of November 2020.
Anna Mink Oct 2020
You bide my time, and cleanse your mind, and board in damped corners of mine.
You fall asleep at the wrong time to rouse when gongs resound inside.
None be so scarred to sleep as he; let him emerge for me to see.
Here I am; I've won already. On my God, how are you doing?

~ A.M, F.H.
Edited & Published 21st of October 2020.
Written 20th of October 2020.
Anna Mink Feb 2020
you were misunderstood;
for a stranger stranger.

you were instrumental
in his dandelion
wish to oblivion
for a stranger stranger.

you weren't nonsensical;
for a stranger stranger.

you were conceptualized
in his peripheral
to be reliable;
unlike stranger strangers.

~ A.M, F.H.
Published 19th of February 2020.
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