The girlfriends

My friends grabbed the poison from my veins and spit it out from their lips, they used their bare feet to burn your ashes and they changed the will.

They grabbed my hands to tell me that my prints could create better art that wasn't dedicated to your genocide.

They erased the tears that had your touch of silk and explained to me that my constellations should not be dedicated to waste like you.

They told me that they understood that my wounded heart was trying to love you to your torments for not wanting to accept what it deserved. Still, they led me down the path that would light the dull eyes of my soul.

They gave me the tools to rebuild the abandoned town of my bones, the one I had forgotten when your beautiful words came with destruction and deceit.

They gave me their blood and sweat so that I could stand on my own two legs and remember what it was like to breathe without your shadow haunting every corner.

 

Ta.