I
An egg runs through my bones
looking sperm that have placed in my mouth
existence slips of me throwing two fertilized cells
who are resigned to die under the weight of your bones
; II
My nightmares have made
bats hidden under my bed,
in avenues that walk through the walls of my room
wind I hate the smell of your smile
follows not touch me, touch me not because the heat of my sex
is a role that covers me and does not let me die
'm killing angels with my head to tie around your waist
... chewing your sex bouncing
I hunted butterflies to burn ,
objects have been dying under the weight of its own beauty
die ... I've seen. And I have fear.
III
The verb conceive decays with eyes that pierce my skull
t (รบ) image no longer reflected in the mirrors
I'm the face in dark uncertain
Mi-I-fragments with every idea that vainly attempted to build
lose myself in impossibilities land deposited by your breath
no longer hide my fears
or earth that I truly disgusting
crystals I break as I'm staring at my
vagina Intensity trying to destroy each night
Someone holds my hair.
His hands remain immune to the blood they shed my eyes I
, with clenched fists
ready to rise up and bite all the strings.
I am taking in touch I pretend not to feel
'm sticking nails in your shadow
to stifle the cry of my skin.
IV
My voice can not be an echo of your laughter
red walls have fallen
final cut
not how to collect the leaves
tree you are, I am, we've been ...
The temptation to feed the past haunts me
I cut my eyes to destroy the world conforms I'm
tying my words
poisoning my sex
'm licking the sheets that cover you
'm counting the days ... and skulls I halved
anyone feels the confusion my heartbeat?
V
Even the sun tomorrow can not
smile or mourn over my eyes
open my skin ...
All guides you to the beast that devours
mirrors that reflect their own pale
The hours are a handful of voices echoes reflected our bare.
This circle of ash ... is my only property
I want, I want it as a poem
like the stars embedded in my walls
as the beast that is lost in a maze of sheets
On your body, sailor
overexposed to curve never stops
cease Someday the waves echo and live in my skin.
VI
a heart for serving
if not to bury the knees on the ground
and kill a couple of tears in the skin
that evaporate into ashes,
for if not to collect
streets and submerged
preserved butterflies in the sky at noon
I'm tired of running after your hair
and feed the anger
avenues to devour as water blows and screams
shipwrecked
bite ... I'm exhausted.
But someone is saying your name
on the walls that you no longer belong
between the sheets I wash
daring someone is pointing
and not you
I'm choking with
paper covering my uterus with charred patches
not to use it ever,
'm writing your name in imaginary circles
invisible ... Because everything is cleared
And memory is just a tool
to destroy useless with words and partial words
VII
Fuck in the afternoon that reflect
the ugly beauty of the moon
on the streets that lead me
name and the poems written in cartons with smell of snuff.
I found my skin to walk barefoot in the rain
your assurances,
no longer pretend to be the days that surround you
or night with sea smell. Camino
boy in a white dress and veil
I do not dare to discover.
I do not dare to discover.
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