I feel an ache when you step into my body
‘In my mind.

When you fall into the dark you always haunt me
‘Open mind…

Think it is much too soon to tell you that I need you
‘Open wide….

I tend to lose my sense of time in the morning
‘Don’t cry..

When I am cold I want to feel your blood flowing
‘Hold on tight…..

And as I fade into the light ignore my yearning
‘To this love……



© Sofia Villagrana 2018

Who are you?
I don’t recognize you in that gown.
I’ve never heard you make these sounds.
And you’ve never smelled like a nursing home.
Would you please get better, dear?

Don’t look at me like that.
I’m tired of your tired eyes.
Sitting there, your face so pale
Your skin is rather greasy.
Would you please wear makeup, dear?

Every day. For three **** weeks.
Doctors, nurses, mechanical beeps.
The same stretch of highway; the same lack of sleep.
I have needs. Pay attention to me.
Would you mind if I stayed home tonight?

You love me. You need me.
If you were me, you’d never leave.
I hate it when the morphine speaks.
You’ll be ok; just go to sleep.
Would you please not need me here?

Who are you?
I used to love you; now I hate you.
But I hate myself for hating you.
Just let me go, let me go.
Would you please not love me, dear?

So I can say goodbye.

And like broken glass
The secrets intensify.
The vulnerability of time.
Both beautiful and sad.
The sound of broken glass.
Despite how beautiful the shards sparkle.
Despite time.
You'll never know what's on it's mind.
Hand to glass.
The prints left behind to be washed away.
The memories no more.
How can something so precious be replaced for another.
Thrown away without second thought.
It's cruel, unjust.
No explanation other than physical appearance.
The unhealthiest to cope.
The necessity of momentary need.
Another glass set in it's place.
To feel needed in a moment of thirst.
How we feel about the things we have.
Until we realize the one thing we need.
Almost too late

I am jealous of spiders
Those small, poisonous creatures

They don't care how small they are
Or how weak they are
They fight for their life despite the conditions

They hunt their prey without hesitation
Without pity
Without fear

They can enter any room
They don't need your permission

They all know their purpose
They all fight for their purpose

They catch or become food

They can create their world however they want
No one tells them how to connect their strings

They are clever
That's what makes them deadly
They are small
That's what extends their limits
They are selfish
That's what helps them survive

Their tiny-dark eyes
Those small marbles that extend their vision to places the human eye could never reach

Their infestation of twisted legs
Those agile limbs that move them with surprising speed and balance through any kind of frictional surface

They exist in every corner
Creep through every opening

They could crawl up your skin,
Plant their deadly kiss under the tissues of your outer layers,
Leading you to an agonizing swell of chemicals that tare and torture your nerves and muscles

The aftereffects are as countless as the number of their species

Pain
Nausea
Headics
Paralysis
And if you are lucky enough,
Death

You could have one of these
You could have all of these
They don't care

They are spiders,

And for them

You are a their predator

And their next victim

What if the world felt everything except love? Would there would be any hate in the world? Could people feel betrayed, hurt or lost? Or can they be truly happy. But how can they be happy if they can’t love. In all honesty love surrounds us even when we don’t realize it. It’s such a crucial piece of our lives and it affects us In the most inconvenient way. It brings us together, it destroys our conscious, but it brings us back up again in the most beautiful way and it’s so hard to avoid that undeniable truth. Love is you. Love is the kids playing outside, or a dog playing with a tennis ball. There is so much good in this world. Yet people are so selfish to put their hate and anger towards one person or many. All I have to say is open your eyes and find the bigger picture. And the bigger picture is you. Don’t forget that. So fall in love, make mistakes, and most of all love the life you’ve been given because you are unique. In no other world that we know of there is life. Only our earth and between space and the cosmos no thread of life can be found. Except this glorious world full of life and love. So when you are having doubts or regretting something you’ve done, remind to yourself that you are a human being filled with wonders living life either at a fast pace or a slow pace. Remember someone loves you don’t forget that. I love you.