Poems from MiBell
Behind the Curtain I stand.
Constantly of every moment of everyday.
Hiding, masquerading, and covering my face with my hand.
Silence and...
Snowflakes.
How they fall.
How they melt when winter comes...
The wolf found his missing piece.
The completion of his fate.
Warm, with cold as least.
Forgetting his darkest hate.
Laying next to...
The alchemy of my fate's anatomy is not in agony and is not creation's blasphemy, but is with beauty a
perfect analogy.
It is not a...
When they came.
We believed.
We fell and were slain.
No one relieved.
They burned our flesh.
They burned our home.
Our bodies crushed...