He felt the desire to escape
she was trapped
on those four walls.
She could howl
and no one would come.
The dagger pierced her and the man she loved minutes before
now he looked at her in a mist of red fury
possessed like a criminal.
They were both trembling.
What was the last thought?
See her again.
She never thought to survive that night.
Every time it was twilight the nightmares began. The
shadows that devoured her.
They went out for a walk.
She was stifling her scream.
Under the burning razor
consuming her pain,
Pan feasted on her body
and she was laughing uproariously,
by leaving her curled into a ball of death.
She never thought to survive that year.
Like Hippolyta defying her deity destiny, she defied her
her pain, until a lotus flower was created on her forehead anointed with tears.
Heresy consists of being victorious.
Be a fiery bird
an amazon
ride from the other side of your deaths
and smile at them.

Love and be loved
without being afraid: there is no bigger sun.
What lies in the mud
it swells with luminosity.
The secret is inside.
What do you not see me?