Bella Blue
Lover of Words. Polyglot. Sapiophile .
Learning to live by trying to die
I was 9 years old the first time I tried to die. My beloved Uncle Tony had died at 42 from kidney failure. I had loved and worshipped him. He was the only person who spoke to me as if I were a person, not a nuisance. He would engage me in riddles and puzzles . He was the only one who told me that I was very smart and to never stop learning . He would envelop me in hugs that enveloped all of me and made me feel incredibly safe. Nothing could hurt me while I was with him. I was convinced he was the only person who cared about me.
Bella BluePublished 4 months ago in Psyche
Salt Water and Sand
Homecoming Poem Take me to the ocean, the salt , the sand, the sea Take me where the water runs, racing home with me For I was born a mermaid, and taken from my home,
Bella BluePublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe Avenue
At 10 am , we stopped for coffee. I knew my mother was getting anxious and rather than smoke a cigarette, meditate , use drugs, or indulge in any other suggested method of relaxation , she chose to drink caffeine, lots of it and as quickly as possible . I watched her worship the paper cup that held her hot salvation.
Bella BluePublished 5 months ago in FictionThe Freezing of Walnut Pond
Mayor Wilson was on his fourth drink and second speech , when Kelsey slipped out of the glass double doors and onto the marble balcony , walking right to the edge before exhaling. Her breath formed a cloud of circular smoke. The temperature was below freezing and the moon was casting a light blue glaze on Walnut Pond.
Bella BluePublished 5 months ago in FictionThe Light means Life
Emily wrapped the charging belt around her waist. She snapped the battery into place and plugged the wire into the wall . The charger beeped , signaling it was synched with the medical implant in Emily’s spine. The green light indicator was lit, showing a full connection. She was ready to recharge.
Bella BluePublished 5 months ago in Fiction
The Bull on Wall Street
“I want to grab the bull by the horns! " “It’s just an expression” Mela said, wondering, first, where her cousin had heard it and second if she knew what the expression meant.
Bella BluePublished 5 months ago in Fiction
The Marigolds
The backyard was on fire. Thousands of blooming marigolds swayed in the soft autumn breeze and became flowery embers burning in the grass. Their bold orange color blazed in the afternoon sunshine.
Bella BluePublished 6 months ago in FictionThe Barn
No one had been to the Livingston Farm since Old Lady Bell shot and killed her husband and his mistress as they engaged in their usual Tuesday afternoon delight in the farmhouse master bedroom. The affair had been ongoing every week for over a year when Old Lady Bell drove the 43 miles to town to sell her fresh eggs and cheese, and then perform her household errands, including shopping, banking, and visits to the library. She was usually gone for a few hours, giving the lovers ample time to talk, tryst, and kiss goodbye as the mistress tightened her fist around the three-hundred-dollar bills, the husband lovingly gifted her after each session.
Bella BluePublished 6 months ago in Fiction
