Valentina Cano – Poem

A Night for Paralysis

Sometimes my blood crystallizes
and refuses to do anything
but scratch at the veins that cocoon it.
No air passes through me,
and I am locked in place,
a doll in mid-smile.
At these moments,
I’m afraid a breath will topple me over
and I will shatter,
my glittering insides
dancing across this floor.

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