The perfect mix of toxic
Like a toilet and vomit
Crime and prison
Tequila and lemon
Sewage pipes and pure shit
The perfect mix of toxic
Bringing purpose to the bullshit
It exists
Within us
Drawn out
By reflections in the dark
My shadow dances with yours
This ain’t happiness
It’s a prom dance
We’re graduating from
All that’s wrong
We found each other to right these wrongs
Each other enough of strong
To hold on
While our toxicity fought to belong
And we fought to retain sanity
Around a provided illusion of love
Fear based and suffocating
Struggling to survive
Loving a pretty handsome disguise
Familiar in its pain
The madness of moral and soul confusions can only be survived if you return to the light
Accepting you’re definitely not right
Excavate the source
Glorious exit on your horse
In hand diploma of success in the course
A better You after being somebody’s worst
Karma serves your banquet feast
The perfect mix of toxic
Like illness and death
With patience and faith
The medicine you need
To achieve
The perfect exodus
From your world that’s toxic
Seeing in love how you’re capable of hurting
Someone you claim to love
Fear clawing at your heart
Catch my vomit while I smell your shit
Imprisoned desperation
Shocked bitter
Send away waste
How humorous the writers of fate
Their humor kind
Our survival and evolution
One of their kind
One of our kind
The perfect mix of healed
The next stop on this WHEEL.


Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.