El Sitio 2026 (English Version) Poem by Louise Melodine Flores

My beloved, you should've just asked me out to a round of swords
and stabbed me a hundred thousand times over and over.
My dear, you should've just invited me to play tag with a blade,
while you're holding a dagger and I'm the 'it'.
My darling, you should've just asked me out to a gunfight
and the bullets are my very own tremors, poems, tears and plights.
My love, you could've just knocked out my face
instead of making me cry then wiping my tears with a peasant's lace.
Dear, you should've just drove a dagger straight to my chest
instead of feeding me sweet nothings and telling me I am the best.
Darling, you should've just stabbed my jugular with a fine sword,
I'll bathe in my own blood and get drowned in my poems and words.
Baby love, you should've just tied me to a post full of ants,
and kissed my body with lashings worth thousands.
Babe, you should've just gagged my mouth, cuffed my hands,
held me hostage until I'm unable to talk or stand.
My darling dearest, you should've just repeated our history,
you should've just burned, invaded and buried my city.