The buzz in the pavement´s memory

it rumbles, reproves and exclaims

a handful of hoof steps

his sentence rolls

and far away is the day

in which the wind disarranged

the freedom in your mane

hooves bleed

they step on your soul and spirit

falter the light

he tumbles...just a snort

and as if he had never existed

he dreams

dying not on the pavement

but graze

We, scattered on the kitchen floor

In my bloody hand a ring

and a strand of your hair

An angel is here

he lets me see

pieces of my children´s bodies

broken

The warnings I didn´t see

the words I didn´t fear

the angel sings a lullaby

broken in tears

Johnny and Angie are sleeping. I watched them undress, his fingers eager to touch her skin again. She smelled him in the neck and said "I love you" Johnny answered " Oh, baby" while he came down on her like an arrow. I saw their fingers tangle, sweat shine on their bodies.

And now they sleep. Slowly I come forward from the shadows, pass my hand through his blonde hair, put my other hand on her heart shaped mouth. They feel me. She shivers. I am the air they breathe, I get into her like lukewarm water...he turns around. The lips I used to crave. Kissing Johnny is like walking in a place darker than a moonless night, a place soundless but of his fast heartbeat. I hear Angie babble in her sleep as she sees me in her mind. He is trapped in a restless nightmare, a sequence of images of me.

Listen Angie, "little angel" as Johnny called you, listen to my soothing voice. I´m here to take you with me to a better place, not that I really know much about... anyway, slow down the beat. He looks at me and frowns. "Why?" she says. Oh, I have many, many reasons I tell her, but don´t worry, where you are going is better than him, believe me. He is looking at me like... is it fear? You know Angie, my last word when Johnny was killing me was "Why?" but he calls you "little angel" and I get it.

Johnny´s will is now my wish, her fragile neck within his hands is my delight. She moves her arms like she´s swimming in the ocean.

A weak swirl of light enters the room as  I´m watching Johnny wake up and lean over her still body for a morning kiss... Why? he screams and cries sincerely. Now you understand my question Johnny.

From within my plague is rage

I hate you

in my gut nailed like a fish bone

I abhor you

My blood runs dreary and rash

I despite you

From within my core is chaos and you are here

I listen

The morning ray warms the water in the glass

I breathe

In my soul the wanderer turns

I sleep

From within an unknown bird sings

I´m out

I fed it a rat every night. I would leave it in a box under my bed and the next day there were bones. Now it doesn´t want to eat anymore, instead, it wants to lick my feet when 

I´m in bed. It pains me for the tongue is coarse and stings... it leaves wounds like slashes. But I let it, you see, I don´t want to make it angry and I´m afraid it will ask me to call someone else again. The last time I did, Mom was the choice. I was very upset about that. Mom had seen my feet but they healed so fast that no doctor would believe her. In the mornings it wispered to me, told me things about people I know, about my family. They said at the hospital that the voices would get better with the pills. They were wrong. Now it´s demanding that the house be burned, that I make a fire with matches and fuel and Mom´s books. It promises that in the light I will see it´s face, and hers too. Oh, I really want to see Mom... so I will. Why did she insist on taking me to another doctor? That forced me to take care of her. It murmurs that I have to sit still and breathe... that the fire didn´t hurt the witches, or Joan of Arc. "Who´s that?" I ask. It just laughs while I start coughing.

There once was a little girl who looked down into a well. She leaned on the stone edge and listened to the dark  wind coming from bellow. A desire to touch the water spread through her skin. She did, with the tip of one finger. The next day she managed to get all her hand wet. The third day she fell in.

Sweet Aurora let me lie 

and hear the ocean roar

let me keep them stars a little

please

tuck me in with a sandy blanket

and murmur a summer song

Don't look away from the mirror, yes, yes, it´s me, I mean you... anyway I look a little wrinkled I know, but believe me, I´m buying all the best creams there are, don´t worry so much... as I was saying, and please stop the weird stare! our hair is ok!, well... what I am trying to tell you is related to all those plans you have? aha, all of them...but there is one little  thing I have to... hum, how can I put it... about the "no more kids" deal? ha, ha, ha! Sorry dear, I can`t help laughing.