Paperweight Poetry

poem: tell me everything that hurts. -anna sluder

The hotel pool smells the same the hotel room with the sheets I had before and the hotel rules that never change and I can bear it no longer i’d rather break break break be dissipated into the chlorinated fools such as I. -anna sluder

fear of failure looks like a blank page haunted by echoes of words erased and shadows of pencil lead that once carried thoughts fear of failure looks like a back space that won’t move fast enough to delete the pain of knowing that I wasn’t good enough fear of failure looks like flames tilted to paper whoever said you couldn’t burn an idea? and sounds like a thought ripping who even invented paper? or pencils? or the brain? God, I hate everything but even then I’m scared I’m not hating it right fear of failure is not being able to do anything it’s Hamlet swaying with a knife in his hands playing eeny-meeny-miney-mo to decide whether to kill fear of failure is dancing with indecision even when you don't know how to move fear of failure, I despise you Oh wait, no I'm sorry, Did I do it wrong? Am I supposed to love you? -anna sluder

Mama lied. The devil doesn’t come with a pitchfork and fire. He comes with a smile. -anna sluder