sexta, 29 de novembro de 2013
a whirlwind
spins
my eyes are closed
as it spins
it spins on top
of the fragile
flickering wings
of a long-dead moth
a whirlwind
cold metal whirlwind
spins inside of my stomach
my eyes are closed as I watch it spin
I can feel it
spinning inside of me
my stomach
unbearable discomfort
nausea
permanent cold unbearable discomfort
that is which spins
it spins on top
of the fragile
flickering antennas of a moth
covered in dust
resting
slowly dying out after so long
so long it was
when she died
the moth
two weeks old
eternity overcame it
life was not bearable
when the whirlwind came
spinning
the metal whirlwind
inside of my stomach
hurting and flickering
covered in dust
my stomach
resting
slowly dying out after so long
two weeks
I am fragile
my eyes are closed
as I watch
I’m cold
covered in dust
long dead
after two long weeks