Written: "The Buried Truth"

On that blue night, she limped until she leaned against the cold, gray railings; she felt the blood from her bare back slowly trickling down to her legs painted with purple oval shapes, which turned a pulpy red after the blood settled on them;

just as it settled on the flowers of any miserable plant, increasingly suffocated and trapped just like her. The iron choked the small leaves and did not allow them to rub together to produce that full sound and delight the woman whose body was fading, filled with blood.

With the veins in her neck burst and her eyelids soaked with her own tears that would soon disappear.

She would never again have the opportunity to hear that angelic breeze as she did when she was a child because the man with the beard and brown suit had taken it from her.

Her heart had stopped beating, her hopes had died with her.

Then her defenseless body under a heap of earth, struggling through her once precious and now dark soul that would avenge her, hovered in front of him, without anyone being able to notice.

Arami Amarilla