Ashes

A Poem by Valentina Cano
 
A childhood wrapped in paper.
That’s what she recalled.
Memories that crinkled and squeaked,
colors swirling along with her words.
It all shifted and sagged in the rain,
burned in the sun.
Nothing was safe
and the memories piled on.

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A Fate

A Poem by Valentina Cano

Sleep, like a warming glove,
must come to me.
I cannot sit,
awake,
processing thoughts through sieves
of fears and grating doubts.
The night has tightened around me,
a net of silence,
my legs straining to run,
my head a half turn
from twisting off this bed of sweat.
I peer closely in the dark.
The threads I hold so tight
cutting into my trembling skin.