No siento nada, ni rencor, ni dolor, y mucho menos amor. Voy caminando, hablando, actuando, sin deseo alguno, sin gana alguna debo de seguir. Limpio la casa. Preparo a los niños. Te sirvo comida. Limpio la casa. Beso a los...
Creeps in all sloth-like claws extend from your childhood. Forces me to reflect on the absence of your touch, how I survived alone for days as you catered to your own wounds, unaware I was slowly evolving into one of...
I stare at myself in the mirror Because it’s time we had a heart to heart Why can’t you just be normal? Why can’t you just accept me for who I am? The distorted image turns into my mother And...
Anxiety is a dysfunctional musical ensemble; My sense of control, the conductor. My melodic chorus of “I’m fine,” accompanied, with a winning smile, to stop your worried questions, and concerned stares. Every 5 minutes I touch each finger to my thumb: 1...
Papá y mamá están otra vez en su habitación discutiendo. —¡No hables fuerte que nos escuchan los chicos! Ellos creen que no nos damos cuenta de lo que pasa. Mamá no deja de reprocharle a papá que las cosas no...