Ana Luisa Flores

When did you break? At what point did the promise of youth fade into the darkest regions of your mind?  When did life start grinding you down?  Was it when you saw me?  Was it when the love of your life died?  You spoke of no other, although there were a few.  All I can remember are moments like this, one more indignity, one more crushing moment in a endless string of them.  It must have seemed easier to face it by letting it consume you and blaming it on someone that no one else could see but you.  Better to howl in defiance in the full light of day knowing there was no way out for you.  All I could do was watch as you slowly turned away into the darkness, alone.

Dec. 25, 2011 ( Photo by Ricky Flores )

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