MY EDIFICE  of blood and flesh
has become weak
may my skin become weapons
to shoot the shadows of time

i could hide underneath
an ancient bridge ~~
but the motorcars carry pets
from the past and i eat fish

flickering movement like eyes
thickening as hallow hearts
bleaching spasms along the way

only once i burst between
your tighs and then you died
overdose upon fertile soil
of a shameless body

A mere memory inside the skin
of a cold universe

double-winged dreams tears away
my tongue — thirst, my clothes
all illusions so shall i sleep.

:: 04.03.2022 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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