
soledad a las dos de la mañana by Dariana Pérez
eyes crystalized.
beat-beat: breathe.
awake at the name
of the lover who won’t be.
stomach turning
from hunger and longing,
fingers furiously typing,
willowy heart sing-songing,
journal entries pile
thoughts of pity wedded
the love that won’t be
must be beheaded.
pull the strings
towards the concrete door
of the love that could be
or that is in store
don’t wait
won’t breathe
can’t sleep
for the lover who won’t be.
Dariana Pérez (she/her) is a Puerto Rican-Guatemalan artist. Currently pursuing a BFA in Acting and minor in Creative Writing, she is reclaiming her voice and rooting herself in who she is rather than who she is told to be. Puerto Rico, gracias por enseñarme lo que es el amor.