Owl Eyes

4/18/2018 Wide melancholic Owl Eyed glass goddess Almost hypnotic, guilt trips semi-honest. Her pain is contagious, vocally pulling heart strings All guilty pleas are aimless, only her tragic tone sings. Transparency: easily broken reflection of an identical image -20 degrees: only the Sol Paisano warms her up in minutes. Slow dancing with a demon, daddy of destruction Mr. American Dream, ‘90s magazines family seduction. Vermillion brick house built to hide the lies inside Plants perennials in her perfect garden to keep the fantasy alive. Distanced away from poster book suburbia’s neighbors… They can’t hear the screams or cries. The Family Man, dressed in clothes picked by his wife A foreign beauty, Mrs. Owl Eyes. The rings on their fingers: unsymbolic tattoos on skin Prohibiting her to strip it off: a greater loyalty to Him. Over 25 years without happiness, still celebrate April 28th ‘Xoxo, Love’ on a Hallmark card with roses for good faith. She was at the hospital bed, by his side While her cancer stricken mother slowly died. Her fragile mamà weak from suffering the wrath of man Raised to accept constant body slams and open hands, never took a stand. Doña Guillermina, are you watching your nena from above? Following your quicksand path of life without love? Do you yell down at her or attempt to send a sign Just to realize, like you, she’s irreversibly blind? Slowly she’ll join you because she’s running out of time…