Momentary flashes 11.14.18

by Doriana Diaz


some stars have aligned in our spines.

I try to fall asleep to that but there’s this kicking,

this brewing,

this urge to become violent,

and i am immediately brought back to

thunderstorms.

there is the scent of blood, there is the image of my parents on top of each other and my mama with a fork in her throat. there is no rain-dance or planting of the seeds. just silence. an unbearable quiet, and I can hear the sound of my soul breaking open.

I cover my head with my pillow and escape to a place with noise.