Your breath echoed through hope Sandoval and reinvented my soul.
Perhaps your love was more treacherous than lust.
Tour your way into my womb and infested my heart with shame.
You never really spoke to me.
no hope of empathy passed your mind. No sting of regret followed in your dry footsteps. You were on fire and the ashes fell on me. Alone.
Your nail scraping down my teeth, blood dripping from my lips.
Louder than my cry for help.
"Where is God in all of this?"
This.
What do you call love
when trust dies?
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The Silent Ones
Non-FictionA collection of poems and words about my life. About life itself. About humanity
