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Anne Scintilla Mar 2021
under the weight of the universe,
a breath becomes a miracle
against the law of nature, the pervasive
cling of gravity on everything it touches.

every bit of me is against
the pull of the earth. my ribs heave.
it satiates the hunger of my lungs
for space, for its place.

when I tire, and succumb to the force
demonstrate that in my most serene
- supine and asleep, I fought to live,
for every breath is a miracle.
i haven't written in a year. it seems as if the pandemic drained me so much more than i thought it could.

may we find rest during these trying times.

Anne Scintilla Jun 2020
now, i can only grasp
how it resonates.
thunderous in chambers
seeping into crevices
to which light cracks.
when all is too late. lightning is not something to be frightened of. try not to wince and look away, it is beautiful.

Anne Scintilla Feb 2020
a feather, even
if anger was a boulder
i rather shoulder.
sometimes there are things we cannot forgive,
and that's okay.

Anne Scintilla Dec 2019
is navigated by a steady ghost.
oh no. where do i go?
Anne Scintilla Dec 2019
! ! !

Crocodile Crying
In Neon Lights: A beacon
of slippery slopes

! ! !
it’s almost the end of a decade.
here’s for the people who claim headlines for the wrong reasons.

thanks for reading.
Anne Scintilla Nov 2019
apple of the eye,
red lip with a poisoned kiss,
peonies for the dead.
not all fairytales have happy endings.

Anne Scintilla Nov 2019
i am no object
shattered, unlike paperweight
i’m meant to cut deep.
maybe it doesn’t work because it wasn’t meant to be used that way.
you have the right key but the wrong door.

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