Made Fantasies Cry

Resting on your
iridescent portrait

straying my fragility
step by step

knots tie in my head
and stomach

people caught the finish line,
they took my place
by your side,

my breath then abandoned me
before I got my dying chance.

My brittle bones
are not strong enough
to be my companion,

I fall like dandelions,
blown in the void of
the winds attraction
to my starvation.

You used your undying chance
to catch faithlessness
caught in the crossfire.

My look sealed
a nurturing gaze
as my skin turned gray.

You kissed
my forehead twice.

You kissed me in a way
that made fantasies cry.

Jezabel Castillo is a Poet from New York who has been writing poetry for 6 years. Her work explores profound, touching themes that convey a significant message. She aims to publish her poems with the desire to touch the lives of readers who can find a sense of belonging through her unique perspective in her writing. Her poems have appeared in Every Writer's Resource, Mosaic Lit Journal, AuVert Magazine, and Apothecary Journal.