Rebelle Fleur

Touch Me

Insistent voices and tiny faces
A sea of vastness
Your touch replaces

The Wandering Cartographer

from the moment the crunching gravel
of your voice reached my ear
my mind began mapping the streets
you would pave in its memory
she’s forever the wandering cartographer

Afterburns

I think I’ve loved you
since the first moment we locked eyes
but I’ve known the radiating core of you long before
if it weren’t for the afterburns
I wouldn’t have recognized your return

A Carried Weight

I’ve dreamt of tracing my name
along the bones in your wrists
over and over again
until you carry the scar of me
the way I’ve carried
the weight of your indifference

The Beginning

I watched the smoke from your vape
collect in the cool night air
as you drove us in circles under September sky
beads of sweat collected in my palms and
I realized you were large in all the ways I felt small
we parked and the hairs on my arm
stood erect from your static cling
as you gestured toward the moon
I was looking at your grin and picturing forever
you weren’t conjuring any magic that I could see
besides drawing the ends of my universe together

Fatal Palms

we never would’ve guessed
that one night spent under
fluorescent street lights and neon signs
would give way to hours spent
grazing the calluses in your fatal palms
divining dreams out of “heart lines”
and carving canyons into “laugh lines”

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Rebelle Fleur is a poet of Hispanic descent hailing from the Midwest. Often focusing on the esoteric, transmutational, mystic, or even macabre, her brand of introspective poetry can be found at fleurpoetic-blog.tumblr.com, where all weirdos are welcome. She spends her free time doing taxidermy of insects and small creatures. This is Rebelle’s first feature with The Short of It.