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sangria’s glass as yet half full

a quiet expanding red stain caressing her chest

perhaps all is for the best

her violet orbs fixated upon Orion’s stoic diamonds,

as if glancing accidentally upon some

forbidden forgotten Abrahamic sacrifice…

such is the sanctity of her life.

sangria’s glass as yet half empty…

vibrant, sprouting, spawning, wandering, magnificent


no roots to speak of

no one to love

not one to even care…

a simpleton expatriate solitaire

turned back to a black lumpy dust..

her station in this society gone mad

a dreamer imprisoned in the linear

a circle shoved rudely in that of a square.

her hands move soft!

a moment.. and then STOPS!

her mouth opens

as if one more sentence

refused to resist the temptation

to stumble out…

at that moment

her soul drowned

instantaneously, sacrificially

her loss, the precious cost

of a dream over-ridden with frost;

her vessel long ago traversed

the long awaited trip

upon the River Styx…

a crossing over to the other side

an escape from madness to madness

a journey made in suffering and sadness,

the river beneath kept alive

thriving upon tears of mortals

whose friends and foes

have been fated ultimate fears.

a jeer, a sneer, a leer..

each one will cost you an extra year


How can that be

you ask

when here is eternity…

even eternities have limits

unfathomable to our minds,

uncomprehending miniscule thoughts,

mere parasites in the soulful existence

of the world.

sangria, the prime example

a lonely beautiful mistress

vanished and gone;

disappeared without a tear

secluded, sainted, annonited,

holy was her head.

i say was because now

now she is dead.