A breath that smelt like the sea flooded the room.
The room was not a room for having no walls.
The morning was all fog it was dusk.
Electric hands, sandy blizzard-cold hands came out of nowhere
and they seemed to know instantly where the sorrow was,
which was also the place of the heartbeat.A touch could swallow the sorrow but would not
since the sorrow was screaming.If only the sorrow talked instead all would be fine.
Sometimes touch was useless apposite to say it was an attack.
“Is there no hurt in your body?”
“There is a dream in my body.”
I Came from Planet Pluto by B.B.P. Hosmillo | Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
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