I saw a fly tremble on the floor, gasping , I saw its last struggle
on a shiny day on a marble floor bathed by sunlight
I stopped like smelling flowers a willing witness to El arrebato
a second of my life a lifetime gone
there were we together
reminds me of the last leaf an autumn not long ago
who dares think about the last breath or the last day
heck my last consonant or my last vowel
how will it end
I shutter at the thought
yet I recall admiring the colors of the wings
how the before el arrebato shone las alas del prisma
and yet life cares little
if one comes or goes
Spring sprouted though green
fresh leaves shone fresh as fuck
ready for the next sucker
to pass by
and smell El arrebato
like that last time
I can’t remember my mother touched me