I bite my nails
prosthetics as backround
scissors at hand
all windows shut
trying not to breathe
blind eyes and drying wills
children living (dead) on the streets
gods under voiceless tounges
never looking back to the roots
making love to
an empty mouth
another hand that kills
-one candle left in a shelf
I bite my nails
walking barefoot on the beach
Dalí's bleeding roses.
Kiss me goodbye
as I fall asleep
Inbetween legs.
