She
Melanie Flores Bernholz
She rose ruins out of my fallen castles, my hair and skin —so grey, so pale!— she turned them into ashes. She burned my rings, kings... a hundred thousand tears! And so did she with all of my unlived years. Youthful indiscretions upon my tissues, fervent juices... She entombed all of my ungiven kisses! No veil nor tiara, no daughter nor son... She swallowed my femininity, my womb! No human voice, no more chants... my lids fell down, my soul went along, I’m inhabited by emptiness now. And my mouth’s closed, she doesn’t want me to shout. But if I give up, Mother Earth won’t be proud.
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