A Black Dress Moves in a Blue Movie
In darkness
we fall
among shadows
we crawl
in between lights and the senses
we’re lost
sans racine
imperishable
demented.
In the beatnik of the nightmare
we found homemade defenses
to a world strayed in motion,
in a love for death
to all horror
that turns us
beauteous.
The ghouls are free
at last, to dance
under the gaze
of the moon
their feet so light
they could almost
sore the sky if their heads weren’t
caressing
with the tips of their
silky
black
locks
the gates
of Sheol.
In darkness
we fall.
8
Sin Sin Sin
everything is sin
but I’m
Sinaloense
from Sin
full
Sinaloa
sinsinsin
I’m a woman
made out of flesh,
nothing more
than sin
I am
everything,
mountains,
a beach
a being
from sincity
and without the city
I’m still a woman
the flesh
that bitch
mother of the guild
daughter
of the guild
of sinners?
no
they’re called
Sinaloenses
like me.
I’m Sin
I’m sin
from Culiacan
a crimson land
full of sin
SinSinSin
come on
and sin
sinsinsin
my everything
is charged
of sin
In the name
a warning
Is there
no heaven
in Sin?
Not for a woman
No way
We were made
for Sin.
Doris Morrison
Doris Morrison (Culiacán, Sinaloa) is a Mexican poet and screenwriter. She holds a Bachelor's degree in Hispanic Language and Literature from the Universidad Autónoma de Sinaloa and a Bachelor's degree in Marketing from Universidad Tecmilenio. She is a beneficiary of the Program for the Promotion of Artistic Creation and Development (PECDA Sinaloa). Since 2017, she has worked as a writer and editor for digital media outlets such as El Debate de Sinaloa, and has organized various cultural events focused on the fusion of poetry and music. Her work has been published in anthologies such as Sobre la fiebre y la poesía (Flor de Mezcal, 2022), as well as in literary magazines such as Poetómanos, Revista Alcantarilla, Periódico de Poesía, among others.
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