Shadowy Solitude Poem by ANA DIAZ

Mourning
Dressed in black
Fearing the rising sun
I wake up naked...
Naked of kisses
Naked of solitude
Covered in salt residue
That drives me under a frightened hurricane
Towards the shore of life.
I am flying...flying...
High...high...
So that the oppressive black
That is holding me
Suffocates me
So that Christian Dior
Laughs at the black robe
Bought from a black wind
At the black market of the world.