What do you want to know about what makes my soul tremble? You observe me, you pass judgment, attempting to mold me into a form, a substance that can resemble you, that can please and satisfy you, but I am already distant. Beyond. Far away!

I harbor this ravenous and always hungry beast within me; she sniffs and devours moments and emotions with voracity, now purring, now ready to tear to pieces in an instant!

I always live to the fullest of my desires, poised between the woman I am and the one who has yet to explode.

I split in two for a simple caress and I become a blade for one word said too many!

But you, yes, what do you want to know about the scent of my torments? Do you want to understand the depth of my soul’s tremors?

© Beatriz Esmer