Bella Luca

Pills - Poem by Bella Luca

Blue powder yields anxiety;
twitching eyebrows;
pinch yourself into raisins;
pretty doesn’t matter here;
so let your skin crease.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 9, 2010

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