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  Nov 2016 Ana Sweeney
L
swollen green eyes
a subtle disguise
of all the blurred daydreams
your soul hides behind.

tired blue haze
unlucky but brave
we scatter at nightfall
until no one remains.
4:39 a.m.
Metal slicing the air,
Splitting the clouds around,
Into swirling streams,
That scream against the glass,
Shaking the intricacies welded,
Years before,
To within a millimetre of their breaking point,
But they hold against the unrelenting
Tide.
Last night’s clothes
Still smell like the ghost of you,
Burnt amber and a hint of allspice,
Just enough to leave me
Haunted.
You can find more of my poetry at caitlincacciatore.wordpress.com
  Nov 2016 Ana Sweeney
Meg
my bones are hollow
like those of a mother bird's
but when i force myself to throw up,
the only child i am feeding
is the madness
that lives in the nest
of my own mind
  Nov 2016 Ana Sweeney
archwolf-angel
Her
An ordinary girl
In the reflection she sees
Playing roles accordingly
Facades to please society

Never thought she would matter
Or even cause a stir
Because she had always been told
You are a wallflower

Never saw her own beauty
Never could believe
Because she had always been made to feel
You are not worth it

But it was her labelled flaws
That he saw as attractive features
That was when she started to truly think
*You are a beautiful creature
  Nov 2016 Ana Sweeney
Michael
I have to shout to you over the noise of the television
In the form of a million other eyes
Standing, waiting, weeping
Watching our country slowly drip with wet paint
Stained in the color of loss
Peace, by piece, by piece

Smothered by your haughtiness and weak foresight
I have abandoned hope to the intangible concept of your knife
slitting the throats of a future generation
cutting out their docile voices
so only yours can be heard
Our love is stronger than your hate.
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