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Poem

Liana Mejía

BAD TIMES

In front of the mirror
you try on the masks of abandonment,
exchanging absence
for tiny moth balls
carefully sprinkled
on top of white clothing.

There goes loneliness,
spreading like mold
over the polished surface.

MALAS EPOCAS

MALAS EPOCAS

Ante el espejo
ensayas las mascaras del abandono,
mientras vas cambiando ausencias
por bolitas de naftalina
cuidadosamente dispuestas
sobre la ropa blanca.

En la pulida superficie
va la soledad
creciendo como un hongo.
Close

BAD TIMES

In front of the mirror
you try on the masks of abandonment,
exchanging absence
for tiny moth balls
carefully sprinkled
on top of white clothing.

There goes loneliness,
spreading like mold
over the polished surface.

BAD TIMES

In front of the mirror
you try on the masks of abandonment,
exchanging absence
for tiny moth balls
carefully sprinkled
on top of white clothing.

There goes loneliness,
spreading like mold
over the polished surface.
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