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  May 2017 Leory Santana dawn
Rontonio
Queso con lechuga
pan, biftec, mostaza
son delicioso
Hand Holding,
was the Gateway-Drug
to my current
Predicament.
Filled with light
Full of life
Her voice should be heard

She doesn't need pity
Only open ears
She needs to held

She stands in depression
I empathize
She soaks herself in the rain
camouflaging her tears
I take her
I take her inside

She has a voice that's needs to be heard
Behind her words
The loniness is displayed
Behind her tears
there's chaos

Her mind is beautiful
But troubled
I understand her meaning
I'm her open ears

By: Leory Santana Dawn
  May 2017 Leory Santana dawn
Shanath
From your neck
Crawling its way up to your head,
Like a river cutting across soft land
The pain follows upto your brow .
You squint your eyes
And shake your head,
The pain taps your mind.
This is the pain from hopelessness
There is no escape, feel it,
Embrace it.
Pray that it busts your head open
And your brain splashes across your bed.
Pray that you evaporate
That you disappear,
Leave back a stain
For that is what your life has been.

You lay on your back
Silence broken by the blood
Running around in your otherwise limp body,
And you hear a screech, a whisper
A mocking?
You turn your empty
But strangely heavy head,
You see the creature
whose children you killed that evening.
You had hunched over the broken egg,
Its insides now spilled outside,
And the other one still lay across.
You had nothing to do,
You wiped the goop that could be life
With a torn bit of paper ,
Haphazardly poured water
And wiped again.
Who would say
The floor had seen death today.
The other egg you rolled to the side,
You knew the creature would cry tonight.
You went about with your life.

The creature is swelled up again,
You noticed
Life would get a chance again,
That is how it works you wonder,
But she must be furious
You see her staring at you.
You are sorry you say.
That's all you had to say
Until today.

Today you are thinking of striking a deal with her
Today you will ask her
To spill your head open
The way you had spilled her egg.
You will ask her to give you peace,
To give you your awaited escape
And in return she can have her justice.
Tell her you can be killed,
All she has to do is drop you
From a height
The way you had dropped her egg
From her home, your rolled mattress.
The only difference you had no intention
Of taking away someone else's life
But your own.
So today ask her to correct your mistake.

My blood will be wiped
My stain will be removed
Someone else will take my place.
To give or take is an act of creation beyond the simple measures of life itself
Beauty is not in the world
but in thy eyes
We create an images of the world
making life beautiful
But if we open our eyes more
The truth is exposed

Beauty is only an illusion

By: Leory Santana Dawn
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