EQUINOX

"She cried after looking at the mirror outside"
she's cold, and hungry, her hands are thick her skin is pale and old. her knees were bent.Ready to die any soon, the crows were pecking at her window ,the door was tightly shut and the clouds were mourning.She envied the woman outside,with fresh and reddish skin, hoping that she waited for her own to be like this.Her past, raped, unlike the other ladies , she not wearing red,He was there to witness her tears melt and molded.She could not blame her son, she could not blame her God , she could not blame her family , for the only person she could blame for this tragedies, was herself,


If only the tree was ringed with a single circle, then she would be happier than before.




She stared at old photographs for an hour, Her face was younger than before, but inside, her heart fails to beat sometimes and her breathe skips a rythm.The coughs and colds are getting worst, And the blood comes late. She hates it, but who would be the one to blame?
Should she kill or Should she forgive?






Maybe she would wait for him in the equinox
maybe its better she would rest for a while and throw those pills....

By S.Villalobos ©