joi, 4 ianuarie 2018

Fog

I cut my nails really short
and they wound my face
like ten blunt knives
leaving deep lines
around the eyes
and blood stains
on the lips

my soul is pushing
wildly against
my mind
blowing a storm
and a fire

I might cut the hair too
if I ever feel this blue

my soul is airy and eerie
light and
impossible to contain.
breathed by
adventurous men
who remind me
of untamed beings
estranged from themselves
and the world

let us meet again
in spring
when the snow melts
and the fire dies out

maybe we could be friends
out there


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