Marx Chiriboga , Contributor



Cold and Cross-legged on the red carpet,

Leaning against a brick wall.

Closed eyes to the dark room,

trying to see fire within my chest.


These four walls have heavy air,

Filled with translucent rabbits and cheetahs,

Floating towards my nostrils.


I inhale.

Hungry and soaked cheetahs come in,

Running in circles.


I exhale.

The cheetahs don’t leave.

Their quick paws lit up a fire.


I inhale.

Warm rabbits enter with curious eyes,

jumping playfully.


I exhale,

And choke with the smell of burnt fur.