About Neschi Torres
About Neschi Torres

The Lamb

Neschi Torres

We speak when spoken to.

He cut out my tongue.

The mountain turned blue -

unspoken words among.

The fruits in his hands,

and my skin so white.

Where is the lamb,

when I needed a light?

He laughed at my sins.

There’s nothing to say.

The tempting begins.

In his arms I must stay.