MALDICIÓN EN TRADICIÓN
By Noemi Corona
Aged Slaughter and
Demons Cooking Over Slow Fire
Ribs on the table
samples of your back,
They feed
biting breath.
With unrepentant tears.
Starting from the obsolete, hiding from everything.
From nothing,
to not exist.
“The most poisonous pain penetrates our veins.
This disease that kills us
----Rage,
----anger.
By loving ourselves, we give ourselves the food to hate,
to know how to appreciate more, and leave the shame.
THE GUILT
The rotting of our body and soul.
