Photo credit: Noah Silliman
Con Artist
By Arantxa Carvalho
Towards the end of time
In the moment that you find yourself alone,
Will you walk forward
Into the room of mirrors where you’ll face your soul?
Will you be brave enough to face yourself,
The real you, hidden within deception?
All the laps you ran
All that you eluded
The acts committed seasons apart
Have finally found their way
To your hiding place,
Catching up to you
Like a bullet fired by justice
On its way to your conscience,
Countless times that you thought
None would see,
But the fire has set its course.
You’re here now
All by yourself,
All alone,
Accountable
For the wizardry
Your wayward soul chose,
You are not trapped, my love,
You’ve been brought
To the Courts of Judgement.
Photo credit: Fabrizio Conti
White Canvas
By Arantxa Carvalho
On this white canvas
I find my mind
weeping dreams and bloody thoughts
Everything that this world can’t fathom
living in an esoteric universe of its own
where there are days
that I’m out of my own league
flailing like a fish in the sea
out of its school
Do you find this drifter within you too?
or is this white canvas supposed to be my home alone?