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In Mexico I left



by Andrea Torres

Six years
Nine months
Eight days ago
In Mexico I left

My black cat
Half buried in the front yard
Its hard body exposed to the hungry dogs
Its ghost to hunt a heartless girl

I left my heart inside the walls
Deep beneath the cracked paint
Deep inside the cold cement
My grandma’s house

I left a quiet home
Non-sense photographs of my dream-like existence
Vague echoes of my giggling voice floating thick in the air

I left the most beautiful beings; my grandparents
Tender eyes
Caring eyes
Crying eyes
Infected wounds bleeding love
Bleeding
Bleeding

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