Alicia Keys

At night it crusts my eyes
She breaths out tendrils that snake in and seek out
For.a year and a half it burned in the third degree
Her name means "inferno" and yet still
She riddles my heart with soot



 
Gorgeous, handsome, beautiful, stunning, extravagant image of me

Anna Tringale

NC

16 years old

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  • Poetry

    By Anna Tringale

    What If She Said

    And what if I asked her the question?
    What if I asked the thing that plagued the mind
    If I coughed out the sentence that would kill her
    And it engulfed her with a pain sharp as a scalpel
    And she laughed until stitches sewed her mouth

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  • Poetry

    By Anna Tringale

    Floyd

    My father scratches CDs and sandpapers vinyl
    He leaves the burnt bits of water in the pan after a fresh boil
    He cooks his alfredo with a bit too much garlic
    And in the evenings he danced to Floyd

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