Like cool rain in the desert—
the little person I have buried in the earth of my soul
whose cries reverberate against the brokenness
has stopped fighting the tempest
and stands in awe, motionless,
as the water washes over her, whole.
Cheeks sluiced in tears,
it’s too sweet—
what is this feeling? It has been so long
but I think I can remember.
Words are truly not enough to transcribe
Gabby Villadolid ’17