Victoria Trevino
You still waltz with me in my dreams.
Gifting me the nurture I’ve always craved from you.
The warm, gentle kisses I’ve never secured.
Viewing life from a rose-tinted lens.
Forgetting to hide my soft underbelly.
Like a child’s gaze for approval.
Why do I ache when I’ve given everything you wanted?
It’s been years since I’ve felt your painful, rugged grasp.
Years since I’ve seen your cold, dead stare.
Your shrill cry, warning me of every mistake I’ve made.
Though you still visit me, smiling, pleading for my embrace.
Like a serpent waiting for its prey.
Do you still dream of me?
Born near the murky waters of Port Arthur, Texas; Victoria has always been known as a creative soul. Like a book, she will open and tell you her story, no matter how raw the subject matter is. Her work navigates the complexities of personal trauma, forgiveness, and the struggles of letting go.
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