reload

So I understood
my tongue was mine
and serum was my privilege
of this slow agony
the gardens were closed to my step
and sunset, used to waste my body for money.

deaf's language (reloaded)

We are not afraid.
We invent monsters. Aliens and ghosts.
But we're not afraid, we fight them.
We bleed them.
We invent hatred, xenophobia and racism.
But we're not afraid, we fight them.
We bleed them.
We Invent excuses, conflicts, misunderstandings.
But we're not afraid, we fight them.
We bleed them.
We invented deep sea:
But the deepest depth is inside us.
We bleed.
I'm afraid for the smallest insect.
Anything that moves,
even pollen particles confuse me with danger,
molecules of dust with armies of spiders.
In that debacle, I shudder with the passage of air.