Asphyxia

Painting by Amina Broggi

I watch your vulnerability

cracking your scales

as you run on adrenaline,

immersing yourself

in trepidation and pity.

I wonder where your inner being

might be after the last war

against your own army.

There is no victory for the doomed ones.

You were born of some powder when

Neptune was retrograde.

Will you ever understand your

soul mission as a Piscean?

She has no time left to save you.

You should have completed

your major cycle of existence

but the wheel of fortune carried

you away to the underworld

and Hades doesn’t want you

to come back.

Your life has become

a ctonic rite and I can only

see you drowning

in waters of yesterday.

And while you solidify

nothingness, breathing

a lie, she cries in my trembling

hands again.

Karla Bardanza

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