16 abr 2016

Hereby I present the reason 
of my resent:


a stone in my chest
by night,
the axe through my dreams
Chop, chop, chop
cold running
s t a t i c .


I peel you off
every night
Dear abrasive skinned thoughts
You crawl back in your black velvet.
Like a baby growing in my head
you kick
hard, strong


The sky is so bright today
and you pull from my chest again
dear baby: 
don´t do this again.
and in this homemade darkness
I watch the birds fly
in peace I recall the relentless gravity 
that pulls me to escape from you:
surface the sea


Hereby I stand
as the flying fish.

https://thepalerook.com/portfolio/flying-fish/
photo by The Pale Brook.

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