Tick Tock

Tick tock the clock goes, and inside her head she prays there is only one hour for her to be able to survive. One hour that she has been given to survive this cruel game of fate and murder, tick tock the clock goes. She runs and runs looking for an escape route, a door that will open, but they all seem to be stuck and she can almost choke on her tears and fears. Tick tock the clock goes. The tears falls and she begs to live but only silence greets her and she does what she can to survive this wicked game, she wants to live, that she screams as she cries and the only response is: Tick tock.

- Ely C. Winters.

Día de los Muertos

En memoria de: mis abuelos, Eliza y Manuel, y mi tia abuela, Beatriz.  English Translation under the cut.

Con el corazón desgarrándose de dolor coloco aquellas ofrendas que en vida les gustaron tanto. Bajo sus miradas congeladas de sus fotografías, de unas velas encendidas que con un poco de fe y esperanza en una creencia milenaria, hacen la promesa de que solo por el día de hoy regresaran de aquel lugar que solo la muerte puede cruzar. El aroma floral se mezcla con el de la comida y las bebidas mientras que yo me siento a un lado del altar, tratando desesperadamente de no llorar. Por que quiero recordarlos con alegría. Por que quiero recordarme a mi misma que llegará el día en que nos volvamos a ver. Pero mientras llega ese día, cada 2 de Noviembre pondré este humilde altar, con sus fotos y me sentaré en el piso para contarles lo que ha sido de mi vida mientras sus espíritus dejan sin aroma la comida.

- Ely C. Winters. 

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Peaceful

How fortunate we are to be sitting in the here and the now in silence, surrounded by swaying dandelions

as we do nothing but share in the present.

Our eyes are closed as the first chill of autumn comes with a breeze. I shiver and you

open your eyes and smiling, offer your jacket - it won’t fit, the bulk of my sweater ensures that,

but still I take it and throw it over like a blanket.

There are no words between us, there is no need to break the fragile silence

of this day - and why should we when a deep sense of calm

unlike any other is at hand?

No. You and I lay in silence in the still green field listening to nature do its thing.

And we do nothing but watch as the dandelions sway as we hold hands.

- Ely C. Winters.

Noche de Noviembre/November Night

Que bella esta noche de Noviembre es, con una lluvia que cae suavemente mientras la mayoria del mundo duerme - pero yo, que sigo despierta con una taza de cocoa, cubierta con cobijas calientes, cierro mis ojos y dejo que el mundo se estreche a esta taza en mis manos y al sonido de la lluvia que poco a poco, me arrulla.

What a beauty this November night is, with a rain that softly falls while the majority of the world sleeps - but I, that am still asleep with a cup of cocoa, covered with warm blankets, close my eyes and let the world narrows down to this mug in my hands and the sound of the rain that little by little, lulls me to sleep.

- Ely C. Winters.

Like A Storm

You come to me like a storm I could not predict. Shake the foundations that my beliefs had made and turn my world on its head, but at the same time a miracle happens and you give me enough clarity to know that I needed your storm so I could be reborn.

- Ely C. Winters.

Infinito

Dime, ¿acaso no te prometí un por siempre? Ahora me dices que falté a mi palabra, pero ¿se te olvidó que entre el cero y uno hay un infinito? Nuestro amor existió en ese infinito, así que no voy a pedir perdón si ahora tengo que marcharme. Tal vez algún día, cuando encuentres tu infinito permanente entiendas que lo nuestro fue tan real como los sueños.

- Ely C. Winters.

Bring Yourself To Tears

Bring yourself to tears by remembering all those things you said you would do and then didn’t. Because of fear, because of anxiety or because any other reason you told yourself that your plans would not work at all.

Bring yourself to tears by remembering all those things you could have done and decided against them, all those decisions that you let pass you by as you did nothing more than smile and wave as they were gone.

- Ely C. Winters.

Stage Face

He waves to the crowd and takes a bow, there is nothing for him to say anymore as he steps off the stage a grin on his face, behind him nothing but laughter is heard. Until he reaches his dressing room and… the grin falls, his eyes cloud with tears he locks down the door and falls on the floor to weep the pain he keeps locked away until the next day, the next show when he must put on a brave face and forget his pain.

- Ely C. Winters.

Fragile

How fragile I turn in your hands, those strong hands that turn my body almost into putty - into something boneless. You reshape me at your will.

With every touch and every whisper that promises eternal devotion you make me fragile. Because you know that a silly fool who loves only you.

- Ely C. Winters.

Better than a dream

Are you perhaps a dream that my mind created to torture me with the prospect of a romantic ideal? You feel that way. Until you kiss me and I know my mind could not come up with you.

- Ely C. Winters.

Home, at Last

She tells you that she never knew a true home and your heart breaks - how could someone so kind, so loving not have experienced the love they deserve? But she also doesn’t let you speak, instead, she burrows into your arms and says that she has finally found her home.

- Ely C. Winters.

The Lies You Told

Isn’t it funny how the lies you told finally caught up to you?

There is something quite satisfactory in the way your panic shows

the fact that someone just realized that you are nothing without lies.

For there in their eyes you can see disappointment and anger

at being deceived. How could you, they seem to say without words,

in one single look you know no one will believe you again.

- Ely C. Winters.

An Autumn Day

The day is gray. Storm cloud cover the sun as we walk side by side through the park. We should know better than to not carry an umbrella in case the storm comes - but you and I, friends since so long ago know that only makes it all the more thrilling, can we walk and talk before the storm comes? Perhaps. Perhaps not for the wind picks up and the cold feels like constant slaps against my cheeks, you look up and there is a small smile on your face and say, perhaps we could go and get a coffee and talk there? I agree and we head to the nearest coffee shop and let our coffees warm our hands and our bodies as we reminisce about how you and I met thanks to a celeb. And when the rain comes you and I shrug for we are safe inside and warm until the storm may pass.

- Ely C. Winters.

Do You Know?

Do you know how much I want to scream when people say, ‘oh it’s just a headache’ at me?

Do you know how frustrating it is to make them understand that my whole face hurts, that it feels like my eyes will pop out of their sockets. That I have to eat soft food or liquid meals because chewing aggravates the pain, When all sorts of light feels like a hammer to my brain.

Do you know how hard it is to deal with the after effects, of being dizzy and sensitive to everything?

Do you know how dismissive it is when they tell me to get over it and have people see me walking around and doing what I must and say, ‘oh you’re fine’ when I’m really not? That I have to do what I must because I have to when all I want is to lay myself in a darkened room and cry, after dealing for several consecutive days of pure pain.

Do you know what it is to have your entire world upended thanks to ‘just a little headache’?

- Ely C. Winters.

A Cup of Chocolate

The nights grow colder and my old bones crave something warm, and while a cup of tea would be marvelous, my longing is for something sweeter  -

I grab the milk and dark chocolate, chopping it to melt it down and make myself a thick, sweet and slightly spicy drink to enjoy.

I can feel the chocolate melting slowly as I add some cayenne to my taste, two of spoonful of sugar and now we simply wait.

When the chocolate is ready I can see how deliciously thick it is as I serve myself and I carefully take the first sip.

- Ely C. Winters.

Encouragement

Breathe darling - I know that it seems the end of the world and that you will crash and burn, but dearest - you are much stronger than you know and inside of you there is a fire that burns. Channel it, dust yourself off and raise your chin to face the world and prove it wrong.

- Ely C. Winters.

The Demon & The Priest

Demons descend upon the Church and the Priest calls for God to come to their aid. The demon who draws near laughs and laughs in such a mocking way as he speaks a truth the Priest does not wish to hear: ‘Your God is not here and he will not attend to someone whose soul is so stained with such terrible sins.’

- Ely C. Winters.