“Isn’t it funny, I’m enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now that’s something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It’s hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.”
“I remember your eyes: fifty attack dogs on a single leash.”
florencio espinoza, d. 19??
cause of death: epidural hematoma
life was where we suffered, then expired. are you still so eager to imitate life here?
I’m standing tall after
a wasted war.
I’m holding up. I’m holding up.
Even when the spaces of my spine
remind me of our distance, I don’t
miss you. No, not anymore.