December Belle2:02all my burdens they sit in the dark tied to a chair by the ghosts in my mind they stare at the wall tired, sleep-deprived they beg me to…Dec 31, 2021Dec 31, 2021
December BelleThe Bloody PoetShe asks me if I’m a masochist It takes me a while to respond I guess you could say There is an obsession with the kind of pain I’m…Dec 6, 2021Dec 6, 2021
December Bellehere in the city it’s almost always raining you hear the clouds rumble loud enough to know it’s…I hope it rainsMay 11, 2020May 11, 2020
December BelleSeven YearsIn seven years my body will only carry you in fragments and echoes, in dreams left unrealized, nostalgic and unsettling in the morning.May 11, 2020May 11, 2020
December Bellem e d u s aThe sun set just a little too low and the moon rose just a tad bit too high even for my taste tonightJun 29, 2019Jun 29, 2019
December Bellesad, pathetic, angry lettersI remember seeing both our hands trying to build this thing — this thing that had scars and wounds and tales of metaphors broken and…Feb 20, 2019Feb 20, 2019
December BelleThis is not a poembut it’s yours for the taking; make of it what you will.Oct 26, 2018Oct 26, 2018
December BelleOpening ActThe cracks on the walls are telling of the way it despises secretsDec 1, 2016Dec 1, 2016
December BelleClosed CasketA hard-earned lesson from my other mother: Leave before you are left with a bruised neck from all the ways he tries to choke you with…Jan 13, 2016Jan 13, 2016