quinta, 20 de julho de 2023
into the deep eyes
of a stranger
the scratched mirror
the soldier believed
so honored to protect us
and yet
died for the torturer
no robot could answer
the chasm between
killers and dead
drowning in anxiety
in that revolving stomach
the pile of work
went undone
i was stuck
in my guts
the lifeline of words
hanging by
a thin thread
woven by bots