A black Sicilian veil cloaks my ashen thoughts.
He tastes like half-eaten candies,
Licorice and cinnamon.
Cobblestone streets reflect minuscule paper monsters.
My heart is filled with a fiery lava, the kind that
Explodes from Etna in the sky at night.
I’ve been waiting for his return.
I’m afraid that soon the fire in my heart
Will fade and become an ice black.
Almond blossoms adorn my bed,
His last words echo in my brain and I writhe
My body aches for his touch—
I just want to break a little….
I dream of becoming a tragic heroine
A Giovanni Verga character incarnate.
This is how you draw a broken heart:
Dip your fingers in blood and don’t
Hesitate to botch the final project.
His image hovers over me like
A storm cloud in April…
Ever present but translucent
As the flesh fades to cold coal.
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