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The Cartographer Of Memory
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14 Introspection

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My heart is a tomb where hope comes to live. I go to parties of happiness to breathe,


I inhale all the light around me


and leave the parties when it gets dark, too dark for men to see


without stumbling into sadness.


Too dark to feel for lighters that lift souls of men high. I watch their fears colliding from a distance,


I giggle.





II.


On quiet days


when there are no songs left in my lungs, I write.


I like to write stories of women that died while embracing life—


firmly,


women we thought had too much of her in them but we never cared to look beneath their skins.


On autopsy,


the Pathologist said he found castles living inside them, castles that echoed whispers.





III.


There are nights when I dream; I am a bird,


carrying happiness within my beak flying towards a nest I do not know.





I never get home.


An angry storm breaks my beak into two, happiness dissolves into a stream of darkness. I wake up screaming.


Sweating. @@

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