Flipped over

Do you look at empty black madness
approaching floating headlights cause your pulse to rise
while you contemplate suffering and death
inside you

Did you once break yourself with your home
in a cold city you let go of yourself
washed into the sea and breathed
water


Did you strip yourself free, exposed to the flame
which braided around you, burning your clothes
while desperately trying to hide
from yourself

     Have your lips been cross stitched
     when you have produced pleasure and shed tears
     secretly in the dark, because of a contradiction
     to the world


Have you tried my boots? 


25/10/2016