You are beautiful

Everything right in this twisted ,upside down world 
You are rain
Sunshine on a stormy day
Yet, you’re also the storm when needed
Don’t shy away from being the force behind the storm 
You are wind
You are fire 
You are earth
You are water so carry refreshment to all who are yours
You are truth
Be that and only that
Live, breathe your truth
No one
No power
No darkness can ever diminish, subtract,
distract , detract from the truth that you are…
Everything right in this twisted, upside down world.
Eva Santiago
© 2016

Just another day

Just another girl
Just another world
Just another breath
Just another death
Just another life
Being his last wife
Just another sigh
After having heard 
His very last lie
Just another mile
She rides next to him
Wearing a thin smile
She’d been long in denial
Just another trip to
In his white ’80’s
Coup deville
Just another guy
Trying too hard to be her hero
She don’t need superman
Just a friend-a great fuck in the sheets
The kind a girl never recovers from
Pretend hero exits
Now what?
Over it
Over him
Over her
So over this shit life=
WTF a lot !
People are people
Are people 
Are people
Are very damned
Synthetic folks
Plastic souls
Metallic hearts
Bound together 
With chains and 
Leather straps 
-Eva Santiago 
© 2016

She said, ” I know you and I wish to unknow you now.” He chuckled as if to frighten her, “Try as hard as you want, you’ll never be rid of me .” She persisted , “Oh watch me! You’re nothing but an old memory and you no longer have power over me !” He stammered now, knowing her choice was quickly disintegrating what little grip he had left, ” But, but , d-d-don’t you remember we’ve been friends since childhood ?!” She tossed her long locks , laughing a laughter she hadn’t felt since the day she last saw her father alive and answered him, “Oh, I know when I let you in and now I am letting you go for as memory serves me right , you are nothing but an age old enemy whom I’ve let do me more harm than I should have ever.” With that, the old memory picked up his baggage, filled with anxiety, dread and angst,which he’d convinced her for so long was hers, and took off walking in the opposite direction from where she stood . He left no trail of dust .He vanished into oblivion and she arose, a new creature now there stood before her. She said the words and new life came . The struggle was indeed over.

-Eva Santiago
© 2016