ASHES

The night splintered into stars
watching me dazzled
the air hurls hate
its face embellished with music.

We will go soon

Secret dream
ancestor of my smile
the world is emaciated
and there is a lock but no keys
and there is terror but not tears.

What will I do with myself?

Because to You I owe what I am

But I have no tomorrow

Because to You I...

The night suffers.

- Alejandra Pizarnik

photo by Marieta Fuertes
http://www.plymouthfineart.co.uk/TBDSecondYears/MarietaFuertes1.html