Submissions by anna_grin (ANNAN)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
untitled
clean, so clean, so pinbright new
stick the pin through the tension point in the palm
of your hand and feel nothing.
but does the stomach flip
like a little beastie is beating himself off in there?
i can stand up fine and my brain is like a new flipchart
someone in my head wastes paper
we're of the same mind then we both want to watch humanity choke on its polluted piss
people say what goes up must come down and
every silver lining has a cloud
my sky's clear, clear
i guess there has to be a comedown...
stick the pin through the tension point in the palm
of your hand and feel nothing.
but does the stomach flip
like a little beastie is beating himself off in there?
i can stand up fine and my brain is like a new flipchart
someone in my head wastes paper
we're of the same mind then we both want to watch humanity choke on its polluted piss
people say what goes up must come down and
every silver lining has a cloud
my sky's clear, clear
i guess there has to be a comedown...
#happiness
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charles fox
he looked drunk or dead until he started to move and
the two of us ran towards him,
feeling heroic .
his hat fallen off his scarred head-
he got a skin cancer, see,
they're burning it out.
when he moved the blood poured from his nose
his cheekbone swelled purple
and his head was on my lap
first-aiders brought some antiseptic wipes
so now everybody was very concerned,
i suppose
his hearing aid lay in pool of bright red mucusy blood.
he tried to put it back in
in...
the two of us ran towards him,
feeling heroic .
his hat fallen off his scarred head-
he got a skin cancer, see,
they're burning it out.
when he moved the blood poured from his nose
his cheekbone swelled purple
and his head was on my lap
first-aiders brought some antiseptic wipes
so now everybody was very concerned,
i suppose
his hearing aid lay in pool of bright red mucusy blood.
he tried to put it back in
in...
#aging
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6 Comments
introducing:
i am the crow that hatches in your ribcage
pecks to get out
from the darkened magnolia bones of your live
automated corpse
i'm a tail eating world crushing
serpentine infinity
i am exactly what you see when you close your eyes
learning braille in preparation
and you'll see me in the supermarket
buying my eggs and milk
wearing a skin almost genuine
i may smile and you may feel a warmth
emanate from the core of my expression
a happy satisfaction in capture
how do you know
that i am...
pecks to get out
from the darkened magnolia bones of your live
automated corpse
i'm a tail eating world crushing
serpentine infinity
i am exactly what you see when you close your eyes
learning braille in preparation
and you'll see me in the supermarket
buying my eggs and milk
wearing a skin almost genuine
i may smile and you may feel a warmth
emanate from the core of my expression
a happy satisfaction in capture
how do you know
that i am...
#learning
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2 Comments
keep your mask on motherf**ker
long boned hand gently cradling his coffee cup
clean fingernails
a comedown walk
among the pigeons fucking and the fucking homeless
languid
unbitten by the cold morning
that scraped the skin on me raw
unhurried
while we all had somewhere to be
or risk the shame of breaking the lockdown code
for all the world a flaneur
mistaking each other for a daydream fool
he took the time to slow
to a rubberneck crawl and shift
his sneaker’d feet to face me on ...
clean fingernails
a comedown walk
among the pigeons fucking and the fucking homeless
languid
unbitten by the cold morning
that scraped the skin on me raw
unhurried
while we all had somewhere to be
or risk the shame of breaking the lockdown code
for all the world a flaneur
mistaking each other for a daydream fool
he took the time to slow
to a rubberneck crawl and shift
his sneaker’d feet to face me on ...
#city
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8 Comments
it felt like goodbye
just now when i talked to you on the phone
i went outside in the cold so no one would overhear
i dont have headphones
and you never call on my number
you were calling about anna, again
who is obviously still in your life
i understand
you get bored
and you had been drinking a little and sniffing a little and
we talked more about the awful people of the city we live in
and you asked me to come over and you said is there a way
and i said no
sorry
and you tried to tempt me with espresso
and with the thought of your...
i went outside in the cold so no one would overhear
i dont have headphones
and you never call on my number
you were calling about anna, again
who is obviously still in your life
i understand
you get bored
and you had been drinking a little and sniffing a little and
we talked more about the awful people of the city we live in
and you asked me to come over and you said is there a way
and i said no
sorry
and you tried to tempt me with espresso
and with the thought of your...
#love
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4 Comments
turtles all the way down: a book i found in picu and desecrated with my delusions
with thickest fine liner i censured all names
from the record
ah, it’s only cryptic when you don’t have the key.
hunched over my psychic love letter
i cared only to erase all imagining
that i was not at one with each and every character.
i was
confused
i know now
initiation never ends.
they used to go into the woods, now we go into treatment facilities.
how embarrassing for me...
from the record
ah, it’s only cryptic when you don’t have the key.
hunched over my psychic love letter
i cared only to erase all imagining
that i was not at one with each and every character.
i was
confused
i know now
initiation never ends.
they used to go into the woods, now we go into treatment facilities.
how embarrassing for me...
#SelfDiscovery
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18 Comments
signed in triplicate
my name by birth
she is born to love
in her green eye is a tear held forever
for all the lost children
she wraps her arms around her kin
and all they see
is her red hair everywhere
my name by choice
she is born to fight
in her black eye is mud held forever
for all the lost children
she wraps her arms around her foe
and all they see
is her dark hair everywhere
my name by right
she is born to heal ...
she is born to love
in her green eye is a tear held forever
for all the lost children
she wraps her arms around her kin
and all they see
is her red hair everywhere
my name by choice
she is born to fight
in her black eye is mud held forever
for all the lost children
she wraps her arms around her foe
and all they see
is her dark hair everywhere
my name by right
she is born to heal ...
#myself
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the odd customer
as he went the door swung loudly
like his jaw
leaving a puzzled silence
his drink untouched
like his jaw
leaving a puzzled silence
his drink untouched
#ShortStory
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6 Comments
troller
you are a trawler in the green gold blue black
sea i love.
you are a trawler calling herself the ark of the covenant
outfitted absurdly for war.
the white dove you send flying
wants to sleep in the sand.
and your lines hang with rotten meat.
you will catch no good fish today.
sea i love.
you are a trawler calling herself the ark of the covenant
outfitted absurdly for war.
the white dove you send flying
wants to sleep in the sand.
and your lines hang with rotten meat.
you will catch no good fish today.
#technology
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weddings & funerals
we gather, and we sing. i am not there.
i am a comfort to my mother, who has lost her father
but i am not there.
the king is dead; long live the king
his boxing gloves atop his polished coffin
his fields stretch out a-yonder
his castle’s sliding doors.
in his iambs and his rhymes
god’s will be done.
in his children’s grieven voices
his legacy will come.
they line the street in lieu of
dancing for his spirit as they ought-
condolences fill pages of a memoir ...
i am a comfort to my mother, who has lost her father
but i am not there.
the king is dead; long live the king
his boxing gloves atop his polished coffin
his fields stretch out a-yonder
his castle’s sliding doors.
in his iambs and his rhymes
god’s will be done.
in his children’s grieven voices
his legacy will come.
they line the street in lieu of
dancing for his spirit as they ought-
condolences fill pages of a memoir ...
#grief
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6 Comments
fiddle de dee
i’ve a mind to starve myself to death on your doorstep, but i’ll need three square meals a day to do it. what use is it to protest with a closed mouth? yet it must be shut against the bile that rises. and should you force my mouth to open you may find i will heartily, retchingly consume you to your fingernails, in objection that anyone else should be subject to the taste. however, i find myself unhungry, having eaten well. i have eaten well in preparation to starve myself to death on your doorstep
#satirical
434 reads
teratoma
ah
witch-knot of flesh and hair and teeth
inflamed with furious spite
biting down on my ovaries, spitting bile
into my inside body
-
finally extracted
skinlump aggravator where have you gone
i wanted to take you home,
my child
my stem cell marvel
appendix:
that grumbling man of medicine
also removed from me
better absent
witch-knot of flesh and hair and teeth
inflamed with furious spite
biting down on my ovaries, spitting bile
into my inside body
-
finally extracted
skinlump aggravator where have you gone
i wanted to take you home,
my child
my stem cell marvel
appendix:
that grumbling man of medicine
also removed from me
better absent
#illness
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