sábado, 19 de novembro de 2011

declínio

estou sangrando
suspensa
por um fio de vida
preso à carne

                                                             equilibro-me
                                                             em nuvem
                                                             ébria

vejo aparas
de lucidez
esquartejadas
(no piso)
vazias
de sentido

                                                                                                                                 sinto um frio
                                                                                                                                 contorcendo-se
                                                                                                                                 no estômago
                                                                                                                                 e desato
                                                                                                                                 a queda

                                                              faço do fardo
                                                              etílico um
                                                              amor...tecimento

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