Into the Forest and all the Way Through

by Cynthia Pelayo

the real prison was the One your mother lived in until the day she died Knowing your dreams of summertime sunsets, ice Cream flavors, and her little girl’s laughter rests on The river bed

Oh well fuuuuk

Your father believed You passed on and ordered his Despair highlighted in his obituary Stating you had preceded him in Death

A crisis for our women, 145 in OK Alone, when this many women go Missing in such a place, someone Knows something, there are whispers And looks, nods of knowing, so tell Me, what happened to her?

but after that Moment of hurt, she was always known To smile, we smile now, and channel Your energy, for the greatest pain is Knowing the attention they deserve has Too been lost

Your mother left him, and he Left bodies of women,

she always said “Mommy, I’m going to give You the stars,” and I would say “No mí hija, tu eres mi estrella” And now at night when I look Up into the celestial body of Creation I only see darkness