Poem by Liliana Isella.

Now that I’m tied up to this floor
I can tell you.

I can tell you of the blood
the blood I spit in the silence you left
the blood I breathed in from the tears you gave me
the blood I painted all over the nights you stole away.

I miss you.
I miss the sun in your walls
I miss the summer up your stairs
I miss the sand in your hand.

You’re the arrow in my feet as they slide on this ocean of wood
you’re the touch in my hair as it breaks free from its duty
you’re the whisper on my skin as the piano plays our last note.

Poem by Liliana Isella.

Photo by Ballerina Project.