13. Dreamality
And, the sweetest dreamality…
Spread your kiss upon my lips.
Licking the line of every scar,
But still sleeping on the ashes of the last one…
The Perfect One.
Now your words are cracking in your mouth,
Getting old, getting soiled…
A furious dance,
The stench of frozen limbs,
And, growing slowly, a stain is taking your place.
Forced to learn
And taste your father’s sperm,
As the stain grows outside the frame…
Counting years, counting purple scars;
The unwritten in you is being written right now.
