bryane_translations

Si, mami [what did I do; what will I burden this time; do you need some help; did the dog escape; is she sniffing the sidewalk; making her mark on maría’s bushes; will she roam out onto bird road; get stuck under sedans; under failures; under the sweet scent of sour smiles; will she hide from the caustic limbs reaching out to pick at her; can she return; dirty; exhausted; full of shit; just like me; but look; there she is; agarra esa hija de puta]!

Yeah, what’s up [what do you need from me now; want to use me as a sounding board; of course; anything for you; bros before hoes right; even when you shove the stifling stress of your struggles onto my shoulders; it’s alright; I’ll learn to cope with it alone; like always; but hold on; when you’re done screaming against the world; will you let me do the same; will you let me be angry; bitter; vicious; lashing out; like cats at dinnertime; feed me; help me; save me; fuck you; no I didn’t mean that; never mind; never mind; never mind; are you] …

Hi, how are you [still talking to me; no; I’m not a child; not a kid; or a brat; I’m just like you; see; I can talk like you; act like you; tear my innocence away from my core; just to pretend I like you; I’m drowning in your murky waters; filthy words lapping at my skin; but don’t save me; I’m a big girl; I’ll blow out all fourteen candles before you can see them; we’re an illicit affair, you and me; I’ll say things you won’t expect; even when they feel wrong; awkward; but I’m not scared; I’ll swallow the acid sizzling on my tongue; ignore my stupid sister; the stupid caution signs; but I’ll still cry to her when you break me; and sentence me to a black hole; in less than 15 words; just please don’t mention it] today?

I’m not who you think [I am; everything I know is a lie; can’t you see; two years ago I ate my ambitions for breakfast; swallowed it down with a glass of fuck this shit; dabbed at my lips with a napkin made of twigs; I’ll shorten my name to appease you; become your soldier; fight a losing war on the battlefield of my bones; but there’s nothing left for me to lend; the vultures of my dreams sculpt me into a block of wood; whittle at me until I breathe a bough of petals; yet I’m unfinished; forever unfinished] I’ll be.