Miranda Isabel Bañares

Misa. them sta's o' heav'n born in 'em crystal fjords o' ye eyes o' winter o' dancing lit' candle flames, remorse the sins of the father. to be nea' ye'n yaw mother's cloak ma antidote i. this callous palms ma floatn' feathe'n the sky the clouds ye skin yaw venum eyes ye souls yaw protestant eyes. you will grow. never to inhale the punget ai'o ma stained sweater i fear for ma dearest, misa always to be he' mother's daughter. hea. never to utter but in the shatter the tears of a father. yaw father. hea. ma misa. ma daught'mustard to the world.