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Anna Jun 2013
He said hello.
I licked my lips,
Smiled.
Had to put in effort not to
wrinkle my nose.
I'm good at sniffing out junkies.
Their drugs leave scents
And tastes in my air.
Anna Jun 2013
When I was little my uncle was
Shot
And died on the scene.
A cop did it.
My uncle was unarmed.
Murdered
Because of his skin tone.
Anna Jun 2013
”She's happy here.”**
I hear that line
Pretty frequently.
But for some reason,
I never really am.
Anna Jun 2013
There was a woman
That I used to sing songs to
Until her goosebumps were evident.
I'd give her calm, smooth looks
That made her question her sexuality.
Sometimes, I could even tempt her into a kiss
Or ten.
But mostly, I just made out with the guy she loved.
You can bet I left that *****
******* confused.
Anna Jun 2013
I only like my lip ring
Because it makes me feel
Like words are constantly
On the edge of my mouth-
Sometimes warm,
And sometimes so cold
I shiver.
Anna Jun 2013
I still remember
My face against the carpet-
The exact ******* feel of it
Followed by pain.
Anna Jun 2013
He took my hand,
And led me up the stairs.
Past his younger brother
That I went to school with.
When we got to his room
He threw me against walls
Grabbed my hair
Slammed my head against the bed post.
I stayed quiet,
Because no one
Will hear me whimper like
A wounded animal.
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