had bats. occupied the entire ceiling of my room took turns
in cum on me
had nothing in his hands, to defend
think otherwise is not possible
after dark and the ceiling is filled
accompanied by a strange confidence, born of self
discouragement.
resigned myself to becoming
that has more to spend,
that but I will pass
frightened rats were small.
The hands tore the flesh yielded,
twisted elastic when
pretended to be angry, but calm was he felt
desolation was interrupted
then one of them wanted to inject inside the
I held firm, glowing needle.
burned the tips of my fingers. burned the bed on my back
I could see another one, (I hoped it was the last one),
land on the corner of the room to stretch their wings. Its classic silhouette, the imitated, crossing fingers hands.
night has vanished,
painted silhouette, hidden behind the veil of land
to come together in the room, where I keep everything I lost.
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