Monday, April 20, 2009

Love alone

I can feel my soul unraveling

Stitch by stitch,
left for dead beside my body,
a mound of tangled black thread.

Contorting itself into an everlasting cloud,
it opens its mouth wide to suck the stars,
and consequently drools upon my pillow: blood.

My mind is drenched.

I eat flowers to try

My mouth hole is open but no one can see inside.

It is not me.

Carrying the weight of forests and ecstasty,
I want nothing more than to be no more.

Existence itself oozes from my eyes like an infection,
while I dream of the heaviest knife that never existed
meeting my glowing heart.

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