presa corta

me ha robado todas sus caras
mi piel ha acabado
cierrese mi ojo, lo piden
no podria sonar solamente en blanco.

hunger

I swallow second after second
airy pills
that no longer keep me asleep
solid water
like an egg in my womb
I'll soon give birth
I eat chalk
the walls are almost ending
this cactus in my stomach
can no longer bare the desert
my needs unfold
cold sweat decompressing my limbs
my sins run naked
so does my sleep
no longer I can hide the monster
so open your thorax
and
feed me.