Distortion
Clairetza Felix
Such a beautiful mind
Beautiful mind,
Beautiful mind
And yet she is stigmatized
Sting
The penetration of hatred piercing that skin
And the scratching
And the itching
And the rubbing
How the eyes stare with shame
How the times haven’t changed
But the flowers
Prickling,
Poking
Stretching
But the discomfort
And it shakes me
It trembles me
The taste of salt lingering, like a backhanded compliment
And I weighed myself down into the puddles
Go away go away
What is the color of your soul?
Can I taste the clouds?
Sum of one into someone into no one
How the flames smoke
What is the price?
Bearing down
Your first love
And it’s pushing
And it’s reaching
And it’s gasping
The pulse of it strong
Black, blue, my bruise
But the flowers
Montage, May 2017 19