Sangre brillante⁣
que fluye entre mis piernas.⁣
Pedazos de vida ⁣
que no estuvo de ser.⁣

Mi sangre⁣
brillante⁣
pours life out of me.⁣

And I’m tired.⁣

Sangre⁣
pools between my legs⁣
and like a leaf⁣
depleted ⁣
crumples⁣
and falls⁣
to rest.⁣

Rest.⁣

I’d like to be like a leaf.⁣

And as I’m being depleted⁣
crumple⁣
and lay⁣
to rest.⁣

But mi sangre⁣
calls to silence.⁣
Silence of a consumed body.⁣
Ignored.⁣
Rejected.⁣

Because mi sangre⁣
y la de mi madre⁣
flowed on silence,⁣
over the silence of consumed bodies.⁣
Ignored⁣
and rejected.⁣

Blood pooled⁣
between my weakened legs.⁣
Blood made voids ⁣
that were never replenished.⁣

Voids⁣
made so silent⁣
whose presence was forgotten⁣
as if they never existed.⁣

But floods howl every season.⁣

The pools between my legs⁣
weaken⁣
vacate⁣
leave space.⁣

Implores presence⁣
Stillness⁣
Rest⁣
and allowing life’s motion⁣
abandon the body for a minute.⁣

And rest.⁣

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