15.-Second life Poem by Dolores Dorantes

"15.-Second life. They won't find us anywhere other than in the unexpected passageways of the mind. This place is hot. This place you've gotten yourself into is hot. We are hundreds of girls. You will have to slit each one's throat or sharpen us to watch over your memory. Give us knives. We have to think. Vaults. We are mines throbbing. The sky has the most beautiful legs. We are perfect. Use us and damage us."