words create worlds
‘Sadness looks so beautiful on you!’ your voice had spoken, an alluring smile lifting your face. I didn’t know I wore a dress. I wondered why. Maybe too vulgar is the laughter or the day, the happiness too rare, so large the holes of fabric, my striped skin they reveal, its cuts and scars well […]
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The black dot trembled. The dot of life. History I could see in your eyes, dust raining on my arms, those arms of fire now lost in time rusty wings are to become. The black dot quivered. The dot of death. The same old wind carrying us both into the whirl of seeking, spiraling cries […]
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Impeccable silk walking through the carbon cars aligned in static red at traffic lights, Chekhovian silhouette veiled in a cream-colored-blouse, a seagull’s flight over the cities’ web of wires and withered flowers offered for a coin. A surreal flash dove through my trembled flesh. How could I know you hid under her furrowed skin the […]
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I bought myself a tuberose to honor that of ‘17 (the only stem that could take me from hell to now) that’s what I see inside the pearly little roses (a freight car bearing all whiffs of life) burst on a twisted-heading-to-the-essence rod (their perfume- instants from another life of sealed emotions). I bought myself a tuberose to […]
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Black ink on pristine paper of the mind (untraceable tattoos on your children’s lives) stuffed boulders (on their fragile shoulders) stepping stones in loops of fate (scars of your knowledge’s thrashings) wars for peace (emerged from your innate cruelty,) that never failed to smash every unruly slave (though you say love is the cause – […]
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