Tuesday, December 13, 2011


For Yorelys

Beaten, raped, and murdered,
our child lies in a coffin
brutally deserted.
What monsters with nightmares
hidden in their eyes
do things like this?

Neither day nor night
can heal her now.
Soon the heat will fuse
her lurid eyes 
to diamonds
her sullen tongue
to quartz.  

Then she will fly
and never bleed again. 

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