Katie Zamora-Godinez
Last night, I dreamed of you. Come morning,
Crimson cries course down my thighs.
Now, despair enfolds me in her arms,
Smothering the beat of your fluttering heart.
Begging, pleading, praying
To a god I no longer believe in.
Don’t take this life from me:
A thought I can’t conceive.
In a vase, a single red rose withers;
Its wilting petals falling like tears.
The irony of a chosen name
Sealing your premature fate.
From my body, you leave me,
In my soul, you remain.