Bella Luca Poems

She runs the rhymes; runs them smooth
From the crest of her fingertips
She lets them slip; slip without a thought
Onto a page she’ll eventually rip
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You've had enough of autumns bleeding
you're more than ready for winters breathing
but remember to remember
that every crunch beneath your shoe
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Do you know we lock our hearts
tightly in our minds?
That they're the ones that pay the price
of all we leave behind
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J'ai voulu danser,
mais il a plu

et il a plu
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Turning pages; pigeon wings
Pencils scratch paper like halting trains
Pens click painfully: anxiously
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Blue powder yields anxiety;
twitching eyebrows;
pinch yourself into raisins;
pretty doesn’t matter here;
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I am elastic.
Snap them,
Make them sting; the doctors with spider webs crinkled at the edge of their eyes
Ghostly in white coats; they will ignite on these linoleum floors.
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Here, the door is locked,
It clicks like buckling your helmet;
Switch the gears;
Push the pedals;
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Scraps of years in a place where you echo
off every sterile wall, seething in
your silence until all you can hear is
the boxes and boxes of words you stored
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