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Best Poems Written by Hannah Gilliland

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Child

Remember your fear of the dark, child,
When sleep attempts to steal your sight,
And monsters creep in, tall, sharp and wild.

Sharp teeth, sharp claws, all to make you mild,
They close in, trying to steal your light.
Remember your fear of the dark, child.

Imagine yourself a hero, riled
Up with holy fury and banishing might,
When monsters creep in, tall, sharp and wild.

Hissing, screaming, from your room, exiled,
But not forever, just for the night.
Remember your fear of the dark, child.

When morning came, you childishly reviled
their failed attempt to bring you fright,
When monsters crept in, tall, sharp and wild.

Do not think that they can be beguiled
Into staying away another night.
Remember your fear of the dark, child,
When monster crept in, tall, sharp and wild.

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Sing, Little Bird

Inky bruises smeared
Across papery white arms.
Silver scars overlapping
Rich azure veins.
Crooked bones
Under worn muscles.
Her body,
A canvas,
A book,
Full of stories
And lessons she's learned
And has told to few
And open to you.
Hold carefully,
Speak lightly,
And like an injured bird
She'll sing them all for you.

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Leech

Your fingers writhe beneath my skin
Tangling themselves in my veins.
You are a parasite, connected
and feeding off of my pain
Like the fiend you are.

I want to cut you off
And discard you, watch you withdraw,
But I know that pulling free
Would leave you with pieces of me.

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Tonight

Tonight
Our stars alligned
And spoke of us - 
Endlessly us.
Of this forever dance,
Of smoke and smiles,
Of falling and faith.
The stars whispered
Quietly, so quietly,
Your name to me.
They say you were written
For me and only me,
Like I was painted
For you and only you.

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Second Hand

Toxic haze curling thickly
In your lungs, my name
Exhaled, dripping in smoke.
An escape of breath, another drag.
Your lips on mine, regret,
The flavor of the night.
Smokey and bitter
And filling my lungs.
On the verge of emotion,
You pull away, eyes glazed,
My soul following, vaporous,
Thin and second hand.

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Crave

One toxic little kiss
From deceptive sweet little lips
Coated in smoke and morning dew,
Plays havoc with
My mind, my soul, my heart,
And all sing of you,
Only you.
Makes me crave
One more drag
One more hit
Of a drug that
Swirls and twirls 
Reality and fantasy
And is all you.
Only you.