Red, orange, curly
blazing fire. Tight more that
string. "Don't be so surly,
you only had to smile..."
I'm speaking clearly,
right?
Be quiet, you know
how to do it, don't you?
We all do. "Cut down the show,
you are being so dramatic, girl,
here is no revolution worth.
Give up."
Violet flames; take your mask
off. Raise your fist: if one more
burns, this time we burn all.
You are not alone.
They will never tear us
down.
Make it flame
till the foundations.
Only ashes will remain
and then swallow up
them all, until there's not stain
left.
YOU ARE READING
now that youʼre underground
PoetryA little piece of my chaotic mind. They are free verse short poems that talk about what I'm passionate about: the feminism and the gender-based violence. Feel free to leave constructive criticism; it's the first time I try to write poems in English...
