By Stella Guardado
Great God! I am here to
hope
lifeless
pale and disoriented
I live
life
senseless
surrounded by the
love, so dear, so worthy.
I
embraced her
whom I cherished.
I felt
sensation
are the
grin; he
the corpse
I rushed a pistol from
station, and, run-
with the swiftness of lightning, lake.
the pistol brought the room. I pointed
and followed track with
vain. Ours,