A Memory for Sale

I want to sell my memory of you; free my mind of the cage you built around me, liberate my heart from your last words continuously circulating, contaminating my bloodstream. The ghost of your touch has left me with a naked soul, my spirit exposed, because your caresses used to burn my skin dissipating it…

Desolate She Dies

You lie happily in the dormant words of my love sleep comes at you easily, peace comes at you fast. You live for th sweetness of my touch and for the mosaic aspect of my personality. Your images jump through the patterns of my irises, you leave footprints in my hazelnut eyes, your mind and…

Heart Ache

I do not know which I detest the most; my sadness or missing you. I have a void I cannot fill and its swallowing me in, I have a hurt I cannot cure, I feel defeated. My heart is a bleeding ulcer. My hope drips, a putrefied black ooze, from the gap where your love…