The sky was a dark hue of blue with a faint lighter strokes painting its tips. Dawn was quickly approaching, but Anna hadn’t noticed. Her physical body was in one world while her mind was in another. Line to line, stanza to stanza. Word to word, letter to letter, the hands of poetry had captured Anna like a thief in the night, and Anna made no effort to escape.
In the faint light of a single candle, Anna contrived each individual letter. Making light scratches, to both deceive watchful ears and to make the letters beautiful, with her found feather and mixture of food coloring and water, she wrote the night away, always keeping
i am pissed,
angry, frustrated, stressed,
and upset about something no reason apparent to me.
i want to crush
everything
that my fingers grasp
and throw it,
breaking everything
in its path.
i want to scream so my ears bleed.
i want to cry
and fill a bathtub with tears,
allowing me to shrivel up
and die soaked in my tears
We battled our way all across the country. We always beat the monsters, but we had some close calls. At the end of that summer in Long Island, New York, we were walking out on a country road by some strawberry fields. We always took country roads so we wouldn’t be caught by police or many citizens.
Thalia loved the scent of strawberries and insisted we walk on this road. “I haven’t had a real strawberry in sometime. I used to eat them all the time when I lived in California…” Her speech was interrupted by a screeching roar.
The roar came from a really big bull thing, wearing underwear? I’ve have never
I was four when my first brother came along. By then I could take care of myself. I clothed myself, I fed myself and I entertained myself. I felt I depended on no one, and my father didn’t even care.
By the time I was seven years old, I was fed up with all of this ignorance from my “family”. I was even bigger now and I was sure I could take care of myself in the big world now that I was seven. I packed my green school backpack with some apples, applesauce, apple juice boxes, my Narnia book collection (it would take me awhile to read them) and the spare change cup my father kept on his dresser.
I waited when every
The sky was a dark hue of blue with a faint lighter strokes painting its tips. Dawn was quickly approaching, but Anna hadn’t noticed. Her physical body was in one world while her mind was in another. Line to line, stanza to stanza. Word to word, letter to letter, the hands of poetry had captured Anna like a thief in the night, and Anna made no effort to escape.
In the faint light of a single candle, Anna contrived each individual letter. Making light scratches, to both deceive watchful ears and to make the letters beautiful, with her found feather and mixture of food coloring and water, she wrote the night away, always keeping
i am pissed,
angry, frustrated, stressed,
and upset about something no reason apparent to me.
i want to crush
everything
that my fingers grasp
and throw it,
breaking everything
in its path.
i want to scream so my ears bleed.
i want to cry
and fill a bathtub with tears,
allowing me to shrivel up
and die soaked in my tears
We battled our way all across the country. We always beat the monsters, but we had some close calls. At the end of that summer in Long Island, New York, we were walking out on a country road by some strawberry fields. We always took country roads so we wouldn’t be caught by police or many citizens.
Thalia loved the scent of strawberries and insisted we walk on this road. “I haven’t had a real strawberry in sometime. I used to eat them all the time when I lived in California…” Her speech was interrupted by a screeching roar.
The roar came from a really big bull thing, wearing underwear? I’ve have never
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