Tagged: poem

GUERRA

eres mi guerra
por lo visto siempre
me hace falta una:
fíjate, el fracaso
del momento.

mira, hija,
eso te digo
pa’ que lo sepas:
has perdido
bastante tiempo
con las tonterías estas
de amor y de amor
falso, y de no saber
la diferencia.

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MISTS

you are
nobody
you are
nothing
you are the
absence
of bodies
and things

you are gone
from my skin
like a mist
or a phantom
you rose out
left some stains
nothing more

the clouds are red-black
and the wind
cools me down
i haven’t felt
the wind
in ages

SLIT

white
lightning in my
eyes and mind and i’m
all swollen up want your
mediocre lips on my misshapen
tits want
to smell you above me want
the warmth and
the light maybe
vitamin d maybe
attack from behind slit my
throat catch my blood in your hands
smear me down taste
my death in your
throat

never tell me
to sleep
when you’re
around