Anna - Hello Poetry

Anna Sep 2013

He pictures me in a baby blue dress
(Not wrinkled)
Without my flannel
And the pocket that holds
Half smoked cigarettes

Anna Sep 2013

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You're the smell of rain
And the taste of
Electric death.
Blister me
With your mouth
on my neck.

Anna Sep 2013

My ribs grip
Smoke
As I hold Sorrow and a brown lighter.
I don't care.
Never did.

Anna Aug 2013

Another cup
Of watered down coffee
My sixth so far.
On a monday filled
With only my own voice
And anticipation
To finally be back home.

Anna Aug 2013

Silver webs
Spin stories across my arms
That I've never been able
To put to words

Anna Aug 2013

May

It was cigarettes
And ****** up nights
You know you should regret.

Anna Aug 2013

I am venom,
But you are grace.
We are toxins poured to dissipate
In false begotten fate.