Descent 

Se comieron 
las bocas húmedas 
Inyectaron 

paciencia
Ven a cocerte la lengua 

I feel a funeral in my throat

Here is your dinner:
trágate el silencio
Sus nietos gritaron

nadie, puede amarrarles los pensamientos.

Mujer con Voz ©2016

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