Labella : Writing

Promises regenerate like cells

Promises regenerate like cells

A Poem by Labella


My bones creak and moan,as if they’ve seen too much,as if they’ve moved through a world too harsh.At my last physical,I apologized to my d..
Musings of the Unconscious

Musings of the Unconscious

A Poem by Labella


(1) Splashes of color interlock with the worldA safe haven, a bed of restMoving on to the unknownI wait silentlyI walkLock the moon onto the canvas an..
Junkyard Called Home

Junkyard Called Home

A Poem by Labella


I live in a junkyard called home,littered with moldy memories,black,like the mold in our bathroom.Storage units explode, unlaunderedand taggedclothes ..
Descending into childhood memories

Descending into childhood memories

A Poem by Labella


A young womanpainted with sweet,delicate strokes.Brown hair cascadingjust below hercollar bone.Emerald eyes gazeinto a rectangularshard of glass.A kal..
A Woman Writes

A Woman Writes

A Story by Labella


She digs into her chest until her fingers bleed. No matter how many pages she writes or how deep she digs, she never gets to the root of all she holds..