My right to ask.

Who gave you the right
to close my ways?
To lick my death
and hide your guilt.
Fucking greed!

Who gave you the right
to suffocate my chest
with half truths?
Your blunt mind
uses blind words
to slice luck...

Do not abort
my glass wrists,
forget my loneliness
at the foot of the ear.

Don't degrade the obvious.
Pull the trigger,
rub the shame in the soul...

But calm down!
The enemies are armed...
who gave you the right
to stay by my side?

Life boost
that nothing reverts to liquid,
batrachian that inhabits my womb,
blunt knife, desolate faith.
shit boost
to get my shoes dirty.

Picking my hair
in the abundance of ticks
who are you really?

Mirror reflections
scattered in the room and
under the rugs...
across the dining room
like a strand of rotten pearls
that bursts
in the face of those who don't love.

Dark-sided seasick moon,
bump on the table top,
awkward face and
that kind of absence on the face.

This lack of solution,
this fear without cure...
what you never wanted
or what we never were...
only empty teeth
very, very, very hungry...


PAR