In a cold dark room she sat silent on concrete looking down at the space between her toes rocking back and forth, to many triggers shots stealing time preoccupying her mind she reached maximum capacity. "Talk to me," I whispered. She looked at me once and turned her face. Golden droplets leaked down her shaking pants leg to the ground. She parted her dry lips to bite her fingernails, shaking her head side to side, her swollen eyes looked into mine she said, "I want to be erased, kill me now, or I will myself, no matter what it takes." Slowly walking towards her we embraced. Four knocks... guards open large metal door. Stepping out of the threshold she yelled, "I love you girl, don't come back to My Hell. " the door slammed closed for seventy-two hours and three minutes later, she was pronounced dead..., never forgetting a moment because she visits in my head.
JGomez is known for her words deep and heavy in her dark poetry. She grew up in Boynton Beach, Florida, where she has seen and been through a lot to convey the realness of “real life” in her writing.
