Another day of formalin breathing,
Wondering on the most efficient strategy to be applied,
Mine or watch-and-do-the-same =
Burying you 5 mm deep in my skin or reducing you to others =
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Breathing like a wounded animal,
I cover my words with soil and let them rotten,
Until ants eat all the flesh and leave behind just white – clean skeleton,
So you can glue its fur back and
Keeping close to our demons,
Open wide but have no trust,
In your feelings made of smoke,
In my body made of dust.
At the safety of our wall,
Not so far away from lust,
I strip feelings
Another day turning in circles,
I cut the same doors in my chest,
So you can see me with the top of your fingers,
Hidden in my lungs, I take thin samples,
Place them in Petri dishes and
I lose purity in the beginning of each morning to come,
When I swim in the weed of your irises and dive in your dilated pupils,
I breathe you in and feel is no way back to my obsessions,
My
