Lucero Chavez Rivera

Joined November 2020

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Stories (9/0)

She'll Never Know
Her face is flushed, the red hue coloring her cheeks as her smile widens. Bashful, she turns away from him. Endearing, the sound of her laugh fills the hearts of many in the room.
By Lucero Chavez Riveraabout a year ago in Poets
The Sweet Becomes Rotten
She gazes at him, the man whose eyes are creased at the sides, telling a story of his smiling youth. He looks at her with such wonder, as if she is the creator. The one who fills his heart with so much desire, so much so that it's hard to breathe.
By Lucero Chavez Riveraabout a year ago in Poets
The Fall
Walking into a storm. The waves crashing against the sharpened rocks and the skies, bleak. As if Icarus himself was crashing just as she.
By Lucero Chavez Riveraabout a year ago in Poets
An Ache
The smile, the frown, the tears, all the same, all gone. What was it like to feel? To have your heart ripped in two and watch as the blood poured out until there was none left?
By Lucero Chavez Riveraabout a year ago in Poets
A Woman
Her face, beautiful, with eyes like rum sitting in the sunlight. She stared in her empty glass, the feeling similar. Another love lost in one night, a pity.
By Lucero Chavez Riveraabout a year ago in Poets
Her Peace
As she was pulled from sleep her eyes have darkened. Her skin becoming sickly pale and her body thin. As the wax burnt her skin, from her back down to her arms she bit her lip, tasting copper as she let the blood run down to her chin.
By Lucero Chavez Riveraabout a year ago in Poets
She'll Follow
Eyes that burn, reddened as she watched the rosebuds fall. Breaking, piece by piece, petal to petal. Landing on the floor like the blood dripping from her ripped skin.
By Lucero Chavez Riveraabout a year ago in Poets
She Must Forget
The room was cold and dark, with empty walls and one bed. She spent her time reading in the corner of the closet, listening to the cries in the next room.
By Lucero Chavez Riveraabout a year ago in Poets
The Blood Stained Walls
In the dark, the movements won't be seen clearly. With the light from the moon, you don't look like yourself. The night carries on and the silence is surrounded by her cries.
By Lucero Chavez Riveraabout a year ago in Poets