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6.2.13
I.
I was happened to
like a forest fire or a stray cat
caught in a 4 am thunderstorm.
I never saw it coming
and I didn't stand a chance.
II.
I was happened to
when depression pulled out
my title and signed itself over
as the owner of this vessel.
I was happened to as my bones
creaked like shipwrecks and
the cage around my chest
grew tighter, caving in.
III.
I was happened to
each time someone danced into
my life and convinced me I wanted
them, and I was happened to
every time they walked out
and scorned the heart I
held out to them in these hands.
IV.
I was happened to
when I fell in love, I didn't
welcome it, there were no open arms
or joyous shouts, just a quake that
entered my heart every night
and I cursed it, but I loved you.
I.
I was happened to
like a forest fire or a stray cat
caught in a 4 am thunderstorm.
I never saw it coming
and I didn't stand a chance.
II.
I was happened to
when depression pulled out
my title and signed itself over
as the owner of this vessel.
I was happened to as my bones
creaked like shipwrecks and
the cage around my chest
grew tighter, caving in.
III.
I was happened to
each time someone danced into
my life and convinced me I wanted
them, and I was happened to
every time they walked out
and scorned the heart I
held out to them in these hands.
IV.
I was happened to
when I fell in love, I didn't
welcome it, there were no open arms
or joyous shouts, just a quake that
entered my heart every night
and I cursed it, but I loved you.
Literature
CCCXVII
mist rising
from a morning pond
... those baptized today
Literature
Nocte
Hiding from the beast,
From tree to tree,
Running in the dark,
I tell myself such things,
Slow- so it won't find you,
Breath.
These fires have scorched far and wide,
Leaving the scent of my former cinders to linger in my head,
Like some bad bender,
Warped memories encircling grey,
The ground is made of shattered glass,
Broken dreams.
No lilies remain,
To any kingdom I run,
In mirrors of liquid glass,
Surrealist battles are won,
And like fear,
The spider crawled from my mouth.
They are sedating everything,
Brush pixilated,
Focus changing,
Leaving me to run in the dark,
Caught in the eye of the storm,
Hiding in the calm.
Literature
Rombos
por Romy Lara
El aire gélido se coló en la habitación y alborotó los papeles minuciosamente acomodados en el escritorio. Tronándose los nudillos de la mano izquierda, Julio se incorporó y cerró la ventana de un golpe. Afuera el cielo se caía pedazo por pedazo. Reacomodó el desorden que se había hecho en su mesa de trabajo, colocando cada documento en su lugar: los de etiqueta amarilla en la carpeta amarilla, los marcados con verde en la papeleta verde y así consecutivamente con cuatro colores más.
Procedió a sacar un cuaderno de portadas negras de su
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Chills. Seriously, this one gave me chills.