The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

ISSN 2249 2178

 

Volume-2                                                  december -2012                                                Number-2

 

Song and Dance

by Valentina Cano

She grimaced

as the wall bent towards her.

Her eyes saw the grooves,

sand and dirt like constellations.

Her nose brushed it first,

a plaster pioneer,

the bruise leaping off the wall

to her face like a flea.

Her mouth filled with blood,

a cavern at high tide,

and she blinked back the scream

before it ran its hook through her lips.

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My Grievance List

by Valentina Cano

Dry is the look in your eye.

A desert of lies that scorch

my skin with each blink,

with each sickle glide of your pupil.

I stand watching,

feeling blood drop like ink

to the floor.

Words spill out of me

with each pounding of the

crimson-soaked bell.

You drain me.

You force me to drench your borders.

Your arid land boils with stolen life.

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