You said, “the sky is so blue, come take a look” and with hesitant steps, I followed you into that summer afternoon. You kept waving your hand, encouraging me to go ahead— as if I wouldn’t do anything for you, but I would, just to see that smile that makes me go a little wild every time it reaches your lips. Your teeth are like a flash of lightning in my memories, casting light on a time that doesn’t recognize me, that doesn’t know its place. Instead it aches, like a wound freshly opened, like the countless times you looked over at me and pretended not to see that my heart was painted on my eyelids, on my cheeks…that your name was written all over my ribcage, with deep red and the most glorious fantasies. Fantasies like the one I had while you pointed eagerly at the afternoon sky, in which you said repeatedly that you were mine- that I would always be yours. Now my mouth is sour from all the lies I told myself, you belong to somebody else and all I get to do is crawl. So I crawl through the wreckage you left I wander relentlessly through the reveries I have until all my sorrows overflow. But darling, oh darling, just don’t say you didn’t know that last night, in my dreams, you gave me a deep kiss that hit my stomach like a blow; a blow that spread through me until all my sourness was gone, until every right in this world became wrong and I woke up missing you. Isn’t it funny, how nature has such cunning ways of finding our weakest spot?
Junius Gonzalo Bruneal. A sadistic man of pride and enigma- standing at 6'2 with honey brown eyes and hair that changes style as often as your mother regrets her marriage.