The Wall by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

 

The wall was
at my back.
I saw the
end nearing.
I did not
move or blink.
I did not
know how to.
Confusion
filled my face.
My pores bled
and I fell.
Without light
the end took
my knees down
and the wall
felt like nails
on my back.

©2020 Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

 

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Born in Mexico, Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal has lived in California since the mid 1970’s. He works in the mental health field in Los Angeles. He is the author of Raw Materials, published by Pygmy Forest Press. His last chapbook, Make the Light Mine, was published by Kendra Steiner Editions. His recent poetry has appeared in Heroin Love Songs, Mad Swirl, Unlikely Stories, Under the Bleachers, Yellow Mama Magazine, and ZYX.

 

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