Verano

(04/28/22)

the solemn summer whispers

swiftly sweep away

the sweet reminiscence

of a sinister stinging of spite

that once sprung within my sinful soul

from my solitary kin's

series of symptoms

i am sentenced to.

but i refuse to be

what i was hidden as

or pictured as.

my bittersweet ending

will.

be.

mine.

no irony in my death,

birth,

or becoming.

i will not be your sob story,

your tragedy,

for i am not yours.