Poems from Monica Bell

I feel like I'm being washed Bubbles of soap clogging my mind I'm sippin on this mystery This potion in a plastic cup Don't touch me I've...
I’m staring at an empty vase Your translucent beauty captures me My mind cannot wrap around you Your warping beauty is butchering my heart...
I pull my key from my bag, Insert it into the lock. Click, it opens. Stale air and the smell of a broken home Fly into my nose. The house...
I’m running from my fears I didn’t realize this till tomorrow I didn’t find that I was sleepwalking Under a potion  That damn Sand Man ...
The idea of sanity scares me. What would I be oh what could I be with sanity? Maybe I could be someone that everyone loves. Maybe I could...

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