A Poem by Anna Auel

Treasure seeker

not a Treasure keeper

slathered on the Skin-So-Soft


my goal somewhere along the skin of things


“It has many uses,” claimed the Avon lady

 her eyeliner sharpied into hieroglyphics

that spell out DESIRE"so many windows but not all lead out.


People, they want your talent

they f**k you to get it,

crack you open and eat you away.


Get cracked but

beware the eggs of March.


I refuse to be split open

prefer instead

to hide around the corner breathing fast

Looking for the exit aisles

so I can jump off this plane when the altitude

makes my head swim

And my lungs burst out the confetti of praises mixed with hazes


Fearing success like it’s a poisonous snake bite

leeching my autonomy through the holes

they kissed on my wrist when I reached out for



© 2012 Anna Auel

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Added on March 31, 2012
Last Updated on April 1, 2012
Tags: postmodern, writing, success


Anna Auel
Anna Auel

Shepherdstown, WV

I graduated in 2010 from a small liberal arts college with a degree in English. I work for a periodontist during the day, in my spare time--though I long to make it full-time, but am stymied by the ne.. more..