Let your mind paint a rainy cityscape. A girl dressed in black, with a mask and noisy heels steps on the sidewalk. Her tears merge with the raindrops. Each tear encapsulates an entire mini-universe, lingering on her cheeks, like undetectable tokens of fluid vulnerability. A stranger passes her by, closely. His slightly curious, slightly worriedContinue reading “An allegory”
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A poem: Velvet glove
An iron hand in a velvet glove, soft veils over roots unwavering- your core, honey-mouthed- your discourse, your silence. Within, there is the hibernating alpha-serpent, awaiting resurrections- you bathe in the light of her uttered incantations. You spot the red flags of the dark triad, you never wave white flags, for there’s noContinue reading “A poem: Velvet glove”
A poem: Face to face
Face to face: eyes locked, staring into each other; seeing your reflection in the dark lake of her iris. Hand on hand, praying together- not like those bible verses preach- no, praying to the abyss, hoping it won’t swallow you whole; understanding at first the irony and then the futility of your act. The abyssContinue reading “A poem: Face to face”
Poems from years ago
the fragile body and soul now shine with a different light and cast a different shadow: the light of god, the shadow of Lucifer. – Distracted by my flame, I spilled some water in that little cavity between you and me. Your presence turned it into ice, I stepped towards you and broke my knee.Continue reading “Poems from years ago”
A poem: November
The vanishing words, the vanishing images, the shedding of selves like autumn leaves; of withered lives on wrinkled paper, dust off the treasure chest in the desert, next to a snake regenerating its skin polished, your porcelain appearance melting into the undefined- does the new verse annihilate or build you? perhaps it is the fading portrait eitherContinue reading “A poem: November”
Poetry
Awaiting ❅ Butterflies spiralled in silver – petals sleeping on the floor Eternally moved, I quiver- Tenderly pressed against the door. Of the senses ❅ Nostalgia persists soft as velvet, sad as lace, sweet and intoxicating as your scent sliding down my spine. The fragrant city ❅ Through the alleys, scents of old seasons scatter in the urbanContinue reading “Poetry”
DIANA MARIN 