Anna Tringale

Anna Tringale

NC

17 years old

Posts

  • Cutting My Hair

    It's splotchy and dotted on my fringe
    To infringe on fractions in fractures from fleeing
    A part of me unscrews to say goodbye
    My scissors continue to snip

    Split ends ribbon between my browns and blondes
  • Unethical

    Today America held its breath.

    I am worth the pennies of projectiles
    Am and left with less reproductive rights
    Than bacteria on a politician's thumbprint

    It is not to agonize, but to organize 
    But there is nothing good
  • STALLING

    I'm taking down the number of the times
    It took for me to stall
    Time goes left and right and wrong
    Baritone's pitch through the ice cores wall

    Triumph is as hollow as days after the tragedy 
  • Hands


    When away he releases the chalkboard frequency
    That scratches the vinyl as a virgin love may call to
    It feels raw without the nails to release the frequency
    Of a poet's intonation, he may throb to