Read me. My words are no longer innocent or clumsy, they are my skin you can feel them. I overflow between syllables and phrases for your delight. Read me. Devour the subtext of my thoughts. Interpret my storyline, my plot; all my words are untouchables, dormant; they are waiting to be uncovered. You just need to understand the meanings of confusing beats of my heart, letters and foolish sentences of my prose in febrile moments…😉❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer