annie harper

Joined November 2021

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Just an actor from Central Queensland, writing some short stories and poetry. I hope you find one you like <3

TW: a lot of my work contains mentions of self-harm, suicide, death, abuse, and mental illness. Please be gentle with yourself.

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12 Step Suffering
You said that, if you could, you would take back everything you ever did to me. All the yelling, screaming, punching, fighting whirring in reverse. Rewinding like a film in our little box television.
By annie harper3 years ago in Poets
Little Fool
For my thirteenth birthday, You gave me clown shoes. They were red with big toes And always left a bruise. I said, “I needed ballet shoes.”
By annie harper3 years ago in Poets
September Blue
There’s something so specific About September blue. It feels more autumnal Than any other spring hue. Like I can hear the leaves crunching
By annie harper3 years ago in Poets
Love Me
“Perhaps she forgets to love me.” But I don’t seem to mind. Sure, I’ll soon start crying, But her love will remain blind.
By annie harper3 years ago in Poets
They Said I Was Distracted
They said I was distracted And pried my head apart. They tried to give me potions But mum said no from the start. . They decided there was nothing
By annie harper4 years ago in Poets
Back to the Mountain
Today, we are travelling to the mountain. My little sister sits in the front seat. I’m in the back. The last time I travelled to the mountain, I sat in the back seat, shouting directions to a redheaded girl as she rolled paper between calloused fingers.
By annie harper4 years ago in Poets
Ballerina
She looks so graceful as she falls through the air. A ballerina, tiptoeing across the wind. My favourite ballet has always been the red shoes. She is so enamoured by the red shoes that she cannot help herself but have them.
By annie harper4 years ago in Poets
‘Eucharist’ and ‘Death’
The wine drips from my lips As I devour her body. The holy altar, dressed in white, Is the stage of my new hobby. . I practice every Saturday
By annie harper4 years ago in Poets
‘Falling Angel’ and ‘Purity’
Two objects tumbling to the ground. Which will hit the concrete first? Which falls faster: my body from heaven or my heart for you?
By annie harper4 years ago in Poets
Unhinged
He said he could save me But I’d learnt not to trust The words of the men For their language was lust. I told him to go
By annie harper4 years ago in Poets
Territorial
You kept me boxed up in the house And did not let me leave. And when I tried to explore my cage You told me it was forbidden.
By annie harper4 years ago in Poets
Caretaker
I tried to flee but could not run So, I stretched my hands toward the sun. All I wanted was to be done. Fear himself took my head in his hands and spun.
By annie harper4 years ago in Poets

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12 Step Suffering

Little Fool

September Blue

Love Me

They Said I Was Distracted

Back to the Mountain

Ballerina

‘Eucharist’ and ‘Death’

‘Falling Angel’ and ‘Purity’

Unhinged

Territorial

Caretaker

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