Sink

You were lying on the cold floor

warm skull resting awkwardly on the cement

eyes shinning new terror,

shaking my shaking frame

in the surroundings,

that remain still and silent

like silent children

the world peeled back

exposing a different law

this space stretching out

where you find open flesh

twisted apart

under the open sky

and the view offers nothing

nothing for a newborn

set a soft smoke kiss on my forehead

then put out her cigarette in my ashtray before leaving.

And then my heart grows out through my ribcage

Opening like a flower which sits on the outside of my chest

wet with a glossy red

smiling at the sun

inviting degeneration in for tea

Katia da Silva

sommaire