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Bella : Writing

What have I done?

What have I done?

A Poem by Bella


She yelled things I knew she only ever thought of saying; floated over like magic to make me aware of my..
Je ne sais pas

Je ne sais pas

A Poem by Bella


Je ne sais pas Falling feathers float down: bantam girls with phantom curls, floating feathers fall up. Black tar to parched stars, ashen..
Je suis une femme

Je suis une femme

A Poem by Bella


Je suis une femme, jolie dans mon masque mais marquée dessous. A part of me liked the way He hurt me- a burningsearinggripping desire in Hi..
Sans lui

Sans lui

A Story by Bella


Hoar/hoarse/horse/w****s. The boy who sat next to me on the train had bright blue eyes and complimented my hair. He was the sort of gelled New ..
Isabella et son homme dans la lune.

Isabella et son homme dans la lune.

A Story by Bella


I left my card: "Pour mon homme dans la lune. Votre enfant du tonnerre," and in my big afterthought handwriting, "love, Bella." ..
Adieu, mon coeur

Adieu, mon coeur

A Story by Bella


The sun! The sun! I was very much in love with an abusive swine and the boy who lived in his head. I am pleased to say that I have matured. I'..