Books

I can feel them invade
With every pulsation
The gushing inside
As if of laughter
Engraving, reshaping my dwell
Blending the colors
As my black widow weaves memories
So fragile some times
Ready to poison
Any intruder she’ll eat
Quenching my appetite
My thirst, my craving for more
And the pain
I’ll miscarry my dreams
Over and over again
Until one day I will give birth to my life
And I’ll be awake
Conscious, alert