Mutilations

 Mutilation of Bodies 

Diseased in our hearts

Disease of the empty hands that touch and destroy everything

almost 

almost being touched

just an inch before death

I can smell it

the rain has dropped on the hole in my head but i keep walking

i have to be there by 11 o clock

this is an appointment my memory reminded me about

why should it work so properly

but it doesn't

it erased almost everything once there , it made it dreams and nightmares

thanks God, no not him i don't believe in that

can you ache me so much that i forget my name?

sometimes the realness is unbearable because it doesnt feel real and it has to be followed, followed by us, everywhere, followed at night, during the day, just because of its name

create a fortress with my flesh and burry yourself in it

cut the blood

cut the blood

is it liquid or plastic

no one can tell for real

this corridor keeps screaming for more light

im so sorry

please continue

maybe if i stop feeling my legs i will start feeling myself as myself

test

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