luni, 13 februarie 2012


your smell is blue. i can feel it all over my skin so i take the grater and peel it from within.

i reach my bones and just to see the burns caused by your touch. i remember grievously your clutch.

these scratches can tell the longest story that brings shivers down my spine with every second back in time

and when the clock goes faster by the night, my life is my life still by fright

because suns go down and up again and my fear from you begins to stain.

i feed on such levity and do think that it suits me well. and then i smile and remember the color of your smell.