what holds me
in the story we've all heard
so many times before:
the few who resisted,
who did not do what they were told.
this is the old fear:
not what can be done to you
but what you might do
yourself, or fail to.
this is the old torture.
-margaret atwood, from "trainride, vienna-bonn"
rápidas manos frías/ retiran una a una/las vendas de la sombra/abro los ojos/ todavía/ estoy vivo/en el centro/ de una herida todavía fresca ~*madrugada* por octavio paz
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