Overalls faded, torn, slung over
a striped top cropped, with
one strap, low off-shoulder,
I pocketed pills that promised
moments of peace, distant from
my daunting mind.
Hair crimped, atop a choker glued
snug on a slim neck, below
my midnight stained mouth, I wore
the craving of Newports hovering
endlessly on my dark, sinister lips.
A cross dangled down my chest,
pocketing prayers, strange and wonderful;
all for the tiny chambers of my soul
that begged to shake the ash
out of spaces that burned
empty promises.
Alexi Milano is a writer and artist born in New York, raised in Florida. She teaches her students how to push boundaries and entertain with their own pieces of writing. She is co-editor at Varnish Journal. Her poetry has appeared in Red Fez and In Between Hangovers.
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