End of the road,
A journey, insolent,
He's inactive spreading the curtains
and lets under the skin
First breath.
Thoughts stick their fingers in
scarring,
It's like they're thick.
They were looking for light
sparks that refused
Out.
Touch Archive
pressed into the body,
dark as moisture
under fresh epidermis,
disobedient, like a body,
who remembers,
I thought you could get up.
I turn around.
in a silent twist of the scar,
not for that,
to come back,
To see how many times
My body was passing
through the darkness
with difficulty uncovering
Another light.
And then I understand,
It's over.
On the horizon.
Nothing's over,
Only life has twisted
I'm on the another side.
I'm putting my feet down,
where before
There were my scars.
And I'm moving on,
Still to each other.
