Bella Luca

Moonshine - Poem by Bella Luca

Go, I told them. I told them go, I don’t know why.
Pallid are our faces; cotton swabs and sheets of paper with not a single word,
Through the shredder. Through his lips; dry as sand; as scorching feet.
Together, we form a precipitate; encrusted with wrangling thoughts;
We dare not speak. Not now, not ever;
My head holds too much.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 10, 2010

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