In the depths of this torment, I find myself stripped of all that once defined me. My roots, shared with wolves, are torn from the earth, leaving me barren and devoid of fortune. The ink-black nights consume me, piece by piece, as I fall in love with my own exhaustion. Your harsh words humiliate me, your moist eyes deceive me, and the wounds you inflict bind me in dependency. My organs and sanity fail under your decree, and you call me foolish, inadequate, insufficient.

Sacrifice me to your gods, those poor devils and egos, dismantling my essence with every scornful laugh. Leave me alone in the gutters, preserving only your own life, so that through it, I become someone else. And in becoming another, tomorrow, I will no longer recognize you. This transformation, born of pain and abandonment, is both my curse and my salvation. 🙏🏾❤

©️ Beatriz Esmer