by Myrna Perez
Clutched to my breast,
Indigo night, it pulsates;
Twisted burrow into the heart.
Take what is yours: can you not see it?
Swirled vortex, cosuming gravity pulls too sharply
at my core. A hollow shell, emploded blackness.
An emination of death, the finality.
Pleading anguish to you, I cannot give it
Gnarled vines too tightly wrapped around my soul:
Untangle me. Longing for the explosion, the
Pinions of light: ah, incandescence of super nova.
Recollection lost, my stars' life is spent.