When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


Solitude on ice

A relationship ends without even starting. What does it mean? Why does it make me sad?

A built wall surrounds my heart. It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t ache. A suitable protection in this empty hour. Why build a wall knowing it’ll fail?

Start anew. A stranger moves closer, yet feels further. Like a shower under a solitude-infused dry rain. Where’s the water?

Dry-ice dissolves into fog

–a winter wall fades away

under a whispered spell.

_____Adriana Citlali