segunda-feira, 6 de fevereiro de 2023

Ant Scales

I feel disgusting and depressed, today
As if I was to be thrown away as a type of garbage
Or wiped up with a cheap brand cleaning product

Sometimes I feel the urge to play a broken doll
Type of unholy thing
A kind of monster
To be used and slashed 
And I can even enjoy that
But

Today, 
I feel seasick, 
taking an extensive trip
Inside a grey train-boat with wheels underneath it
And the drown rails above it make a deafening sound 
That makes me wanna purge bunch of words into this website
Sort of a diary object

The warm salt of life burns my lips with solitude, 
which is a word they pretend that doesn't mean loneliness, 
but hurts way deeper, like an ocean with dead fishes,
As a mermaid without her legs
Or a tail,
Or a voice,
Or a lover,
As a mermaid without the mermaid.

I feel like I have swallowed myself
And I was a kind of poisoning plant
Or food
Animal sea being
An intoxicated one, with those types of metals and petrochemicals, those things that will kill us all one day
A pesticide perhaps
That would make sense, if I'm a plague or such
Am I being exterminaded this time?
But doesn't matter how dead I may be
I always remain
Me and my remains
Me and my entrails 







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