Untitled (Dark Room, Dark Girl) by Marysol Jauregui

Wedged in a dark and frigid space encompassed by coarse walls,
where the wounding recollections of the past devour the mind
and demolish the hearts of many.
she is trapped in her thoughts.
There is no way out.

Relinquished in her painful past, she buries her face in her soft and unbeaten hands.
Solitude and sorrow slowly swivels down her face.
Her heart
It throbs
1,000 miles per hour
Her mind
clashes
against the ramparts of confusion

Her thoughts of past deceptions
eat at her soul.
Barbaric mendacity infests her heart with odium.
Her body twinges at the sounds of contentment.
Happiness is deceased.
Abhorrence lingers over her mind, body, and soul.

Wedged in a dark and frigid space encompassed by coarse walls,
the putrid carcass of her precedent rises
with wrath and revulsion-the only sentiments left.
There is no way out.

 

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