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Cut Me, Persephone

Cut Me, Persephone

A Poem by Anna


Silver lightning under my skin,brass in my own spilled blood.Oh, cut me, Persephone.I have only godless lonely words that nobody wants,I read the gold..
Greener Woods

Greener Woods

A Poem by Anna


A voice on the air laughs as if I could not hear,standing near yet deep in greener woods, I fear.The voice knows how I miss the blossoms there,how fre..
Counting

Counting

A Poem by Anna


I am counting minutes till I can count hours-counting seconds and sips of cheap coffee.I rush to count raindrops and snowflakes-counting soap bubbles ..