We'll just buy it
Don't knead it
You're no professional
The seams are showing
This isn't straight
Do you even know
Your mosaic tiles
The lies you step upon
The holes you've burrowed
Heavy steps
Commands
Last words
The whys
And what's
The nails
The judgement
The looks of exacto blades
Cuts so deep
To your reflected perfection
You spin a web of articulations
Revealing
Regal Structures
Caked and concealed
Upon the face
Filled and plumped
Internal bruises of sadness
Confrontation is your sport
Hitting every amount of vulnerability
Kicking every part of empathy
The only remedy
You find to be your enemy
If only you had
One ounce
One teaspoon
Of Benevolence
You'd see such beautiful
Reveries
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Author’s Note: Hi I'm Anna, My passion is art and writing. I look at my writing as art, being able to share is a gift, a gift I want to give everybody of my art.
A little bit about me, I'm not a stranger to panic attacks as I have them every so often as well as since 2006. I was diagnosed with Schizoaffective disorder, an ongoing journey of making sure to take care of myself holistically and through talk therapy. I guess you could say for me to write my prose and share my written art is very therapeutic. I am currently working on a book about my time at Art School, and so far It is very healing quite a beautiful excursion to be on.
Some other side things about me is that I love to bake. I love to crochet. I love hiking and I love the Chicago Bears like my Pops. I hope you all enjoy my written art. Thank you so much!
Cover Photo: Noa Snir