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CREACIÓN LITERARIA
and it looked like if you touched a the item,
single hair, it would turn into dust. the only item, that can help me with
Her skin had a green color, this,
but it was far from the green that final task...
represents life, I am determined,
it was more like a disgusting Determined to Burn her,
swamp-like color. To Burn her with the same flame of
She lied on the table, our love...
as if she was searching for the A lighter on my right hand,
ground, with a little flame waiting on the top,
but only God knows why. as fragile and weak as love,
Her scent was special, even a breeze could kill it,
very special. and that is why it should be handled
Instead of showing the beauty of life, carefully,
her scent showed the horrors of with patience,
being alive, with passion,
and how not even dead you will be with... love.
left alone. But some people just aren’t capable
but lastly, her mouth, of handling it,
instead of giving her angelical voice, and when that happens,
now only gave shelter to the flies terrible things happened.
and their larvae, Thinking of this, I carefully raise my
like it should have always been. hand,
now she is just like her children, suddenly all the strength my body
the children that came out of her was capable of, grew,
own blood. and my determination to keep my
And I decided to leave the mother word,
and her children, to accomplish my goal,
alone. gave me all the help needed to use
Leaving the gas of the kitchen on, that last amount of strength,
I walked out of her house, and gave in a good cause.
a few steps, My right hand is now empty, empty
just to be sure. as the true feeling she had for me,
The only thing that was missing to and empty as the value she had for
obtain my delightful revenge was, her words and promises.
doing what determined me to do all Now it’s up to destiny and fate to
of this, decide what to do with her.
the set of words that inspired my And her rotten blood.
final masterpiece,
62 and I remember them as I search for
