Paperweight Poetry

how could one expect a woman to love a man when he burned down her castle just so he wouldn't be alone in his hut of mud and sticks. -anna sluder 

Maybe I'm just making love to self-doubt as I whisper erotically in its ear, "i can do anything". -anna sluder

when I was seventeen when I was six years old when I was eighty two and every year between something happened to me and life went on. -anna sluder