Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

Pliers

A crab lives in my throat,
Well … Lived.
When the fear disappears,
There were no more words to eat
Nor oxygen,
The heart stole the cry,
The breath also,
Poor! Too small is my chest,
For the crab
And their pincers scape for an eye.

Have you ever felt the bite
that wakes you up crying, mourning?

A silence lives in your house,
It has just moved
With me.

(Art and poems of Ytaelena López)

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