days without light
was soon time
prohibited and a fierce winter wore us cry. We made
caterpillar among the graves
undated
were the faithful guardians of our own lives, steep
tricycle, two rows of seats.
Now, everything is
shadow play and we sink to the sighs. Surviving
destination
clinging to hope
submerged in a pit of excrement and stop being just a nickname
suffocated corpse.
days without light, deserbarcan today as a legacy
once cursed. Rossana Arellano
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