Sabrina Escorcio/ Una Zingara

Una Zingara


I woke to a dream
where cicadas hummed louder
than my mind could speak.
Where the earth cried out
each sin within its depths,
a spring from past delusion
flowed out of bedrock
just as the blood
through my veins.

I remained there, asleep
with eyes wide open
to never touch the sun,
in search of darkest light.
Laid upon soil and mulch,
where roots lined my bed
just as the bones of my ribs
encase the truth
within its cage.

Sabrina Escorcio
July 8th, 2017

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