Bones
That break
Kisses
In wounds
Shower
Of icy water
Blood-coloured
Eyes
I grow old on my temple
Dilute in the idea
It's part of
Assuming ugliness
It's part of
I try to unhook it
I want to be able to
Get it going
I try to focus on it
I put up some distance so I can look
Putting it together, starting from zero
Taking apart what's good
Destroying the beautiful, as I go
A big piece
Where all the garbage fits
I share a body
With the waste the sea brings
That is dying inside of me