going

Musn’t we all have one?

A purpose?

A place to go?

In what other sense would so many

souls move

and where

and why?

And what for those

with no where to go?

Anna k peters

whiskey

it burns at first

the whiskey she drinks

their empty bottles line

the corners of her closet

waiting to be tossed

she wonders whether

they’ll find them when she’s gone

what they’ll think

of her

and then she remembers

by then

she’ll be bured somehwere

and she doesn’t care

death has its priviledges

Anna K Peters

denial

am i really so good at pretending?

or do they just not want to see?

the pull

You took my hand
and you knew me

Our broken spirits
intertwined

You knew me
because
you were me

Always chasing the light
while running from the dark

You understood
how hard living
was

is

You were freedom
so I jumped

Anna K Peters