Paperweight Poetry

Only monsters drink others' insecurities like wine. -anna sluder

He wrote “stay innocent” on my palm and i never forgot it, doesn’t mean it happened I mean he put it in the palm, of course the ink would rub off. Of course the world would rub it off, of course the men would rub it off, with their prying eyes and even more curious hands. Of course it couldn't stay, Whose ever does? -anna sluder

The rain smelled like paprika and smoke, an Italian family’s kitchen, the day that I told my father I was scared.  That was the same day, he took me to the asylum where they pumped me up like a balloon high on helium oh wait, I mean lithium. But. You probably don’t know what chemicals can do to a person that doesn’t need them.  It drowns.  Drowns like a girl beneath the surface of the water, pounding on it from underneath, like the painting banging against the glass frame  to get out, blood bleeding from her wrists like watercolors.  The rain smelled like yeast and old photographs, an Italian family’s dining room, the second day that I told my father I was scared.  That was the same day that he took me home where they pumped me up like a balloon high on apologies and cries, oh wait, I mean lies.  But. You probably don’t know what brokenness can do  to a person that’s already broken. It drowns.  -anna sluder

Y ou do not own me i am not one of those books on your shelves that you can rifle through  imitating intelligence like an illiterate fool you cannot read me like an advertisement for free puppies in the penny saver tear me out and pin me to your wall you cannot tear out the binding of my pages like unhinging a door to another world and reap what ever I hold i suppose, that I could make another euphemism subtly, dance with metaphors  in meadows about how you use me, but that hasn’t changed one damn mind in this pillaging society so let me say this loud and clear, stop raping men women  children, stop raping me.  -anna sluder

Words come like grief, in mighty and unsolicited waves; Falling on you, falling on me like unsought rain. -anna sluder