There were so many faces
And too little room
But it would be okay
Because I'd be home soon
But along came little Anna
So timid and so shy
She put thoughts in my head
She made me think I would die
She wrapped her hands around my lungs
Until I couldn't breath
My head was light, My cold ears rung
And I begged for her to leave
Little Anna Siety
In you I no longer believe
YOU ARE READING
Heart Scrub
PoetryHere is my poisoned lilac heart Tell me, what do you think? Does it disgust you, or please you or sadden you? Will you wash it down the sink?
