Things have changed, for the once nameless poet.

Cigarettes, rosary beads and a tough luck still in check, but her smile dared to go beyond a flicker, and her dreams made her feel a formidable force; white horse galloping through a world of glass towers, leaving all unshattered.

She took care in her appearance, wore sleek dresses, leg hugging pants, and delighted in the textures of fruits and silks at the Market and those desserts tried on her tongue.


Articles were done in time, deadlines not shied from, and she extended her faith outwards to a true diamond in the rough.


Some fire was ablaze in her heart. From surrounding herself with candles, a great torch sung in her soul, now, and the candles were not necessary; as though she was fresh smoke, or a hot knife, and would move right through all the black, with the heat of her life. She is aspiring for great things, with or without her memory.