The Crossing

 The Crossing

by Cyn Bermudez

She draws cayenne pepper—salt,
lines like snakeskin and wasps,
graveyard dirt, pestle and mortar.

Then the egg drops.

Her pencil mapping wrinkles
feather, chain stitch—fly.

She taps her sketch three times,
kisses the newly drawn lips,
and whispers softly: vivir.

Sulfur the feet, freckle the face, dust the head

The eyes of her enemy blink alive
—confused, scared, searching.

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Cyn Bermudez came into this world in love with the night sky. Obsessed with stars and galaxies and the eternal existential crisis of why we are here, she went on to study physics at the University of California, Santa Barbara. After completing her degree in physics, she found her home in fictional worlds, where she can explore the what-ifs of the universe. www.cynbermudez.com

Where do you get the ideas for your poems? I get ideas from everywhere where, a conversation or something I overhear, a news article or an observation, etc.

What inspires you to write and keep writing? Writing is an outlet. I love stories.

What do you think is the attraction of the fantasy genre? Fantasy is boundless.

What advice do you have for other poets? Be yourself.