‘Go to the sea, lie down on the stones and cry.’
ordered little Mia.

I have a cry trapped in my body,
A turbulent river that sobs in my ear.
It comes from my mother’s adolescent womb,
Restless absence of love.
A tear of freezing water that overflows.
It’s a pain that drowns and poisons my blood,
Sometimes I’m unaffected, other moments a fragile child,
An iceberg adrift.
I want to flood my dry eyes,
Purify with salt this sadness
And set alight this heart that dies of cold.