Originalmente publicado en Abril del 2022 en la página the Raven Review, aún disponible.

I.

My home became a house

with broken windows and rusty doors

when your hands slipped inside

like a diver swimming into the ocean

but i was made of desert

and your claws wounded the sand

setting all on fire with friction

until it crumbled down to the ground

and I became a ghost

who cannot haunt you

because vacant buildings

never minded intruders much,

next time you see me

i am a little girl who

flinches

at sight and not motions.

II.