Cuento corto 46 — Silence

Jesse Avilés
1 min readMay 4, 2024

Este tomó cerca de dos años terminarlo. Tenía varias cosas que me agradaban y otras que no. Hoy creo que encontre el balance adecuado.

Silence
Is the most terrible
Sound of war
When hope looks
From under the rubble
To an open sky
Dreaming of colors
Dreading nightmares
Of fire in the morrow
Of growls at night

Windows go dark
Plastered with laughing faces
Made eternal on a piece of paper
Smiles that no longer give warmth

You remember the beat
It winds up your heart
It is etched on your skin
It is a beast bellowing in the chapel
A burrow made of your skin
Calling to others, seeking an answer
Looking for a chorus of the same beat
Finding only drops
Falling on still water

Into the silence I walk
Wanting nothing more than to shout
Silence is my fear
Silence is my quest
Silence breaks my hope
Silence is death

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Jesse Avilés

De vez en cuando escribo historias cortas. Las historias bailan entre dos lenguas e imágenes capturadas por una cajita.