each brick filled with a small vengeance
that prevents the will to tear it down
with both hands
sometimes even my fingers have
split tasks

all walls
divide
but this one
has no gate

love is
a
sign
begging
let go here

or you will burn
knees and nose to rage
blind
laying more cement

salve
of time

may save
like rain
ruining ruins

the sacred places
will one day
be
full of tourists

open

– Victoria Valastro