So this is all of me that remains,
A pounding flesh of unspeakable pain,
To have my heart broken, seeping in his veins.
Is this all of me that remains?
And with a lie pressed against his lips,
A fairytale, ending with a glass slipper that doesn’t fit,
And still I have not felt anything as beautiful as this.
Except for the kiss with a lie pressed against his lips.
Now with the tears, a hemlock in my throat,
I give my voice away, a final note.
Silence greets me there; a bitter hand and its foe.
A tragedy, the white petals choke,
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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