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
Tie Anna back into androgyny
With more mats to mark manifestation making mavericks
Hands brush knobs with well-worn, tarnished locks



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

Anna Tringale

NC

17 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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    By Anna Tringale

    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



     

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