Photo Credit: Red Herrera Ellisor
A Life Without Fear; The Rebirth of Venus
By Clara G. Herrera
Voice
captured in glass jars
sealed tightly with rusty metal lids
tucked away behind a cob-webbed dusty shelf to be forgotten
Mouth
coiled in barbed wire, invisible blood
ripped by fences she climbed to
escape into hay fields
Hair
yanked back by hurricanes of
tempered sweet denials and lies
Eyes
smeared with gunks of glue
coated once thinly then
shellac over time
Hands
heavier with children
gripped later into fists
punching at air
Arms
bounded in a Matisse
reverse Icarus
falling
Legs
guided blindly through a maze
stumbling, trudging, into nothing
thorns
bushes
darkness
body consumed
the day ended
the wandered maze reached a precipice
A high cliff
A roaring sea below
She jumped
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