Tag: Cherry Alcantara

She enters the mall’s bazaar
wanting to buy a beautiful gown
for the next day’s promenade.
She gropes disappointment inside
the pocket of her school uniform.

Pulling her skirt up an inch
she mimics the mannequin dazzling
in crimson gown.

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Slumped on this bus seat
beside the window,
the rain outside
pelting the nipa houses,
naked children with bloated bellies playing,
their ginger-like feet stomping
on puddles,
I had lost track of my destination.

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