I was an abandoned marigold
forced to prosper in the...
An inexorable wildfire of
nostalgia steadily...
There's a fire of ambivalence
that smolders just...
One day, I'll cross oceans
to see you again...
I have been drinking your poison.
And just when I think it's the end...
My mami works a lot,
hours unending on...
When clouds smother
a mere thought from...
cursive is the best way to describe my pen
because only the quaint wish to read...
A silence so deafening
It echos all around...
People tell you to embrace the sad.
to let it run its course...
Somewhere amongst the
scattered commas...
This woman is not a woman.
she is a sort of bendable agony...