veronica gonzalez pena

Like something unseen and yet there, the pressure of the outside affecting all that is within, like gravity, a concealed force. Though when I left I tried to float unburdened, alone, swim, a drop of water set free of that dark sea, away from her, her large motions, her engulfing devastating force, swim to different waters, struggle free, unrestrained, wash her out, move into other currents; like a single cell in that pool of undulating blood, struggling to escape her presence or absence and my staged indifference at both: all of it to end in a thick dark line of nothing between us, a thick dark line I could not help but draw.
—  Veronica Gonzalez Peña, The Sad Passions.