Lovely Lilies Can’t Touch the Truth
Lovely lilies touch her hair,
When
She
Is
Bleeding,
When
She
Is
Crying,
When
Her hair touches lovely lilies.
Her tears water lovely lilies,
Flooding
Droplets
Of
Guilt,
Flooding
Regretful
Past
Choices,
Flooding
Her, tears water lovely lilies.
Her fingers pollinate lovely lilies,
Gifting
Presents
Of
Peace,
Gifting
No
More
Trauma,
Gifted.
Her fingers pollinate lovely lilies.
Life can now chase the lovely lilies,
And
Old
Vengeful
Vines,
And
Old
Rampant
Roots,
And
Now the lovely lilies can chase life.
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Not So Hollow Bones
I shall become hollow bones,
Fluids
Empty,
Notions
Gone,
Fluids
revealing
pride,
Emotions
broken,
Fluids.
Hollow bones, I shall become.
The hollow bones warn me not to speak
I’m
only
Small
Sand,
I’m
A
Wandering
Warrior,
I’m
Not to speak, I warn the hollow bones.
And now am I a hollow bone forever?
Perhaps
I’ll
Break,
Or
Perhaps
I’ll
Grow,
Although
Perhaps
I am a hollow bone, now and forever. 3/28/2023
Anouk Schneider is a writer and filmmaker at Duke Ellington School of the Arts, known for its prestigious art programs. Schneider has been writing stories since the moment she understood how, and spent the first years of her life in Paris, surrounded by art and culture. She has been recognized within her art department for a comedy film entitled, “Lost in A Ruff Day” presented in the school film festival, “Awakening."
