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The Child near the Road
There's a small store ten minutes on foot from where I live. My neighborhood was small, on the poor side with sloping roofs, doors hanging off their hinges, and large families sharing only one or two or even three- if they're lucky- rooms in the house. One bathroom, and, again if you're lucky, a working shower.
By Lucero Chavez Rivera19 days ago in Humans
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 Rivera2 years ago in Poets
