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.⁣