lunes, 22 de enero de 2024

Tremor


I see your unwelcome figure, etched behind my eyelids

White striped wings

your left one burnt

your right one untangled

it let us see an eye

staring into the East


Who am I but a mirror into forgotten shades


Lights crossing into nightmares of an empty home

I can feel blood pushing into my skin, looking to leave me

for blood belongs to the living