sábado, 21 de marzo de 2015

You are a serial killer

You say you don't scream,
but you scream as loud as a cup of tea.

You say you don't scream,
but you scream as loud as the traffic inside of a needle.

As an ants chorus in fire,
you scream and trees undress,
-a complete colony of bees falls extinct after an epidemy of heartattacks-
you scream and the fly forgets why she was flying,
and falls in a deafening roar,
but never, never as loud as your -bread crums falling from a 7 floor table- scream.

My ears fill with water and I jump to a glass ocean,
but nobody hears you,
they say it must be a mouse leaving this world,
they say it's just the earphone of grandpa -change the batteries, not included-
or a coin looking for her lost bed in the black water.

Why does nobody hear?

I can't scream back, I'm deaf.


(otravezmiércoles.mittwoch.woensdag.mercredi)

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