blades of onyx
cut the umbilical cord
of sounds and tears
flooding the sea of sorrow
with dryness

the eyes of drought
measure with pride
the parched souls
lined up at the gates of the sun

“no water!”

the sponge drips only sour blood
on the lips of light

“no roots!”

echoes of salt
whirl within voices
and sand stays still


the earth screams
muddy with guilt and regrets

will carve hieroglyphs
in the stones we become

© Liliana Negoi

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