Memory smoke. zinmyogien

The memories are hidden
on my mother's face.

Curious Lights
dancing to the ground,
The smoke of life.

They call
And deaf.

He's coming.
primary voice.
Words live
in empty chambers.

The end is unleashing.
The heart's inactive beating,
He's looking for a break.

Mother and child,
laughter in the sandbox,
warm wind,
Candy mud.
I was afraid of the anger of another people's thoughts.

The curiosity of the world,
fear,
dry tears.

The stone falls,
The wind is quiet.

Boy,
Come with me.

Blood pulsating
like a mother's womb,
Like a breast.