LAtePretend I'm an animal in sacrificecut my hands and my legstake my eyes out of their orbitstake out my guts with tendernesssilence will be your hiding placepull out my ears to not listenopen my numb chestand as a jewelpull out my heartyou'll see that throbbingthrobbing andthrobbingwithout pain
the edge of the worldhave left us alone on the edge of the world,a space dressed of long corrosive nights where the journey is the memory of usthat cuts like a mist, a quietsomething inevitable,have left us alone in a bare whisperstoring between our fingers our separate bonesour eyes flashing black-winged butterfliesseeking rest in the body the intense agony of lifehave left us alone in the worldwith the stars on the lips, desirable by a silent springof a rest that shake our stone heartsor sand or white sandstonedissolve between the dry tears and swollen intentions have left us alone on the shoreto shake our ecoto multiply our c
cabello solarhe dejado en el escritorio mi cabezahe caído rendido sobre una sombra sin nombreabandonado de huesos y amaneceresluces del alba que recorren tu mirada estáticatu cabello solar entre constelacionesde densa lejaníahe dejado sobre esta silla mi cuerpo de aguamis peces entrelazados sobre el canto de tu voz imaginariano soy el que deambula persiguiendo tu encantocomo la mariposa que quema sus alas para llegar a tu bocano soy el guardian de tu dulzurarenacida entre tus palabras como brotes de yerba sobre la tierrano soy el ojo brillante escondiéndose en tu pupilatan cerca de tí que se ahoga en tu v
Without eyesI know if i open my eyesi see her discolored and sadi know if i open itmy eyes fall to the floorand roll around the empty roomsearching the light of the dayor the light of the nightI know it will fall like a sorrender arrowand tormented they will see the concave cavityand my stone bodyi know they will seethe smile scaping fron the snail staircaseand maybe remember remember that one bad step is a sign of deathmy body will have to understandlike understand the warm from a summer dayor the mild stroke of a dry tonguei will know to preserve intactthe abandoned placeand tell inside of my silencewhat a can't
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