smallpoem

And while my nails tore the rest of that wooden box in which my soul succumbed, I could feel some kind of heat. 

Not the one emanating from my already frozen body, of course, but an internal one., lively flames trying to rescue my last heartbeats as death hugged my back. 

The sky begins to close over my head, I can see everything falling, it is as if this prison holding my weak limbs was a transparent barrier, total clarity behind it.

I saw the sun burn

I saw the stars blaze up

And I saw the moon roll into my eyes, all in a matter of seconds.

I saw the tears pouring out, it was the closest thing I had felt to sympathy in years, those women with black veils and pale flowers digging with hope the soil next to me, the soil my body is going to turn into roses, dark as my already dried blood, as my impenetrable eyes and as every look that met mine.

Everything collapsed around me and that warmth burned me strongly, I felt my body inmersedd in the vibrant flames that danced next to it

I twisted my head and sighed one last time.

I can feel an exorbitant calm, did I have to wait so long for this? If I had known before, all of those years of pain would have been forgotten and my name will be nothing more than the shell of what my being once was, the same name that will be lost among books with numbers encryted in a language that I will never understand. 

I was born to explode next to the last stellas fervor, and next to my soulless corpse, there I will rest.