dot

i've been washed
the wrong way around
i don't feel on my skin
it's storming inside me
to the point of numbness

i count days
hours, seconds
to your embrace

you're radiating colors
your touch sparks
sometimes i don't know
what to say
to a start on the sky


20/3/2023

pretend

a mirror
a jar for anger
an adult
an ornament child
compassion on cue

there's a void inside
always at your disposal

pretending
is one of the easiest things
i've ever done


12/2/2023