The view bolted my core
Inflated my guts
I’m filled to capacity.
I’ve been told a million times
“You look prettier when silent”
Is that what beauty is?
Accumulated pressure – time bomb?
My life spent gazing at the floodgates
Wooing liberation
Will it ever come – or will I die waiting?
Damn dam I am
Tapia-Gonzales
Cactus in the Mirror 