Let me fall into the broken waves of your absence,
twisted in the soft wings of your malignant ships..
as they sail in the frozen crystals that cover my eyelashes..
gently crashing.
your memory, rusting the endless tunnels of my mouth..
shaping slow breaths into my dead lungs.
i’ve been waiting for a taste;
the death of your neglect.
a wreckage of sunken ships swallows my dreams,
in my desperation i embrace
the planet of this silence.
when i wake….
i can still taste the fruitless
attempt of forgetting.
it is our language, familiar, muted,
splintered.
-eileen garcia
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