Kimberly Anastasia : Writing

the place where beautiful things go to die.

the place where beautiful things go to die.

A Poem by Kimberly Anastasia


petals in a white room;pale hues dripping from stems,falling to the floor with grace,landing only with a soft whisper.on the sill I linger,exhaling sm..
hell sure does feel a lot like home.

hell sure does feel a lot like home.

A Poem by Kimberly Anastasia


flames danced around the room,painting silhouettes on the wall.a masquerade of phantoms chantverses of solace to the crowded corridor.the deafening cr..
of fire and ice.

of fire and ice.

A Poem by Kimberly Anastasia


the words dripped from their fingertipsand froze before they hit the ground,shattering into bitter shards that pierced my skin.the blood seeped from m..