The dead skin of longing
Inside, underground, but really deep down, I found an accumulation of larvae of hidden promises, illusions, delusions, dreams and longings. The earth fed them. Rather, the roots among trees and exquisite sap kept them alive.
Each of these minuscule and even a little hostile beings, moved almost accordionically among mud and vegetable fluids. Then, as with little plastic straws, I remember seeing them absorb enough sap to swell their little bodies, so much so, that they became completely muddy.
All clumped together in the slimy moisture stolen from the trees on the mud, they decided to hole the surface and hang on to the trunks. They seemed to be changing, and it was only after so long that I finally figured that these larvae would come to me.
To my misfortune they mutated into new ambitions. And what little I still trusted, among promises, illusions, delusions, dreams and hidden longings, remained frozen in cicada larvae exuviae. Completely static on the mud of what I once wanted them to be.
Inside, underground, but really deep down, I found an accumulation of larvae of hidden promises, illusions, delusions, dreams and longings. The earth fed them. Rather, the roots among trees and exquisite sap kept them alive.
Each of these minuscule and even a little hostile beings, moved almost accordionically among mud and vegetable fluids. Then, as with little plastic straws, I remember seeing them absorb enough sap to swell their little bodies, so much so, that they became completely muddy.
All clumped together in the slimy moisture stolen from the trees on the mud, they decided to hole the surface and hang on to the trunks. They seemed to be changing, and it was only after so long that I finally figured that these larvae would come to me.
To my misfortune they mutated into new ambitions. And what little I still trusted, among promises, illusions, delusions, dreams and hidden longings, remained frozen in cicada larvae exuviae. Completely static on the mud of what I once wanted them to be.
Juliana Delgado
Día 6209
Monologue
4'10''
2021
Día 6209
Monologue
4'10''
2021
