b e n d i t a .
it’ so cold here. the sun is
dying in the horizon as it genuflects before the mayhem. chaos abounds. all the
doors are open, yet my breath runs away with the rain. i yearn to be with you. i
see you in tinted cars, your shadow reflecting another face. i see you in the
corner of my eye as you pass me by. you murmur words like mysteries of the
rosario. the water used to taste like acid but now, tastes like agua bendita. the
voices say it will sanctify me. i sit on the river’s edge, trying hard to just
will everything to fade away. golden light surrounds me. it makes me remember. you.
me. everything you say it will be. you yearn to escape the chains around me.
but it brings us closer. it is the only remnant of what i feel is the end.
Labels: letters to you
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