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Carlota S Apr 2020
Eight. 9. Try 10. Maybe eleven. No. 12:30 pm? I guess. The bed below me vanishes. 

Life, ha. Oh, life. I didn’t know you had it in you. To create company so poor. So contradicting. Soul devouring;

                          limbs for dessert?

To let me drown in the company of another. To invert my innards, remove my senses, and spin me around.

Ready, set, go.

Down I go.
Life isn't always happy
Carlota S Apr 2020
When all feels lost.

         And

Concrete becomes quick-sand.

I grasp for the shadows.

        And

Within those shadows.

I hear Death’s laughter.

See His smile.

Feel His fire.

And I am comforted.
Carlota S Jun 2020
when the rigid mass that gnaws at your stomach
is really the heft and poison of a sullen heart
Carlota S May 2020
I used to dream in black
A nightmare with a dark hue
Faces fleeting fast
all under the suspicion of
an indistinguishable mask

A world without empathy
Humans hidden beneath
a silhouette of self-absorption
Tenderness terminated by
an uncontested abortion

I'm no longer asleep
Rapid eye movement supplanted by
the torment of heavy eyelids

I stare out into the mean and bloodthirsty chasm of life
Up at the misguidance of individualistic rulers

This is reality
Carlota S May 2020
In the mornings I
think I will accomplish one
maybe two, probably not three
things

Euphoric peak that
diminishes with the un-
invited solar noon and fixed
fate
Everyday
Carlota S Mar 2022
A stationary girl that makes everyone else dance

You said
That she is but a stationary girl
whose rigidity provokes the unwelcome dance of others. The solemn waltz. A sultry sorted salsa. But who is to say she can not dance
That she does not dance
A brazen fire of amorphous movement

Temporarily chilled in quiescence

Contained within the confines of a fabricated box
An assembled ballerina chained and bonded to the metallic rod of society’s construction. La construcción tuyo. You need but open the lid to hear my song. To see the girl that both spins and stills.
DANCE ALONG.
I implore you.
DANCE ALONG
You must
DANCE ALONG
To the counterfeit steps of the inexorable womb waltz
Carlota S Apr 2020
Brains are fickle things
Mine is a skyrise
With fifty floors

There is an open sign
It reads:
twenty-four hours,
seven days a week,
no rest.

Seven thousand zealots
Devoutly at their keyboards
Tap, tap, tap,
enter

Eureka!

Each floor oscillates in rhythmic unison
With the pulse of their caffeine ridden bodies

Eureka!

“Tell The Boss”

“Have you talked to The Boss?”

Whispers emerge:

“The Boss can’t appreciate our work”

“She is lazy”

“Our ideas are worthless then”

“I hate her”

Work isn’t mandatory, but it won’t stop. It can’t stop.
They work too quickly for me.

Robert brings me his last report.

“You are undeserving of this place - of our ingenuity - a waste of its capabilities”

Ashamed, The Boss hangs her head.
Carlota S Apr 2020
Have you ever been in Love?

yet trapped in a box
with enclosing walls
limited oxygen
struggled breathing
shaking hands

but when you open the box
you see it's not you

the apparition of love is sitting in your box
smiling
waving
all in congenial mockery

because you're afraid to be alone

Have you ever been in Love?

Because I have not.
Carlota S Jan 2021
you thump around with all your glory-
unwarranted authority
masses smile, clap, to great your eminence
masked grimace
before the roar, silence at the door-
     click
the terror mute
no one there to rebuke

breathe.

oh what it must be like to be a male
Carlota S Apr 2020
My heart, a sinking ship

Bereft of balanced beams

Descends deeper towards its doom; Depth

creating elusive dreams


My hope, a shifting plate

Converged with reality

Shifts, shatters, shakes its foundation

A quake leaving heavy debris


My body, a tattered shoe

Weary from the long trek

Desperately pleading for its restoration

Left a disheveled wreck

— The End —