Annar in the Inbetweens

              Nails clawing, hip bruising, lip-biting love,
With ears detecting the
                     Hungry howls of an aching beast
                     sifting, craving, calling
obliterating the frequencies of the moon. 

Hearts filled with
               Gnawing vulnerability from the teeth of El Cucuy.
               chewing with a passion, desire; without shame
drenched in toxic saliva, loveless.

And in the midsts
of all this madness,
Between the black anguish
of our tiring souls and the glowing
sheets that coated eternity—in
those dimensions where
horror and evil nuzzled
into the birthing sun—our infatuation
sprouted. 

                                              IV.
Strangers come and pounce,
         ghosts, knowing that we see them.
           lights blinking, speaking, flashing before us.
                                                           about us
                             
              but we stand there,
                 still and smile
           without a wave goodbye. 

                                                 III.

            Secrets unraveling,
             minds detaching
          empty, hollow places
              in your chest
          being filled by drugs
           you never wanted.

But you are resilient,
and everything that comes
will come, and everything
that leaves will leave
but you are resilient. 

                                            II.

Bedridden from insanity,
plagued with despair,
         and the only thing you crave is a kiss
         from the only person you have ever loved.

                                            I.

 Red lips and thick brows,
         philosophy degrees
              while composing masterpieces
  that are destroyed in the middle of the night 
           out of despair
      because Kafka, Nabokov, 
                  Tolstoy and Hesse
                              said it better.