2 // Afterthought

It’s a curious thing Dr poetry I Think about her some times I had her banished She was too much Afraid of her sharp rusty blade she stabs and writhes Tastes like orange blood [spit-out]//I Preferred to die 2 thousand deaths to having to feel those verses inside me Alejandra and your chalkboard Schreech them nails The grave dig they//Simplicity and blackbird songs The Minimum story truth condensed The music of pain saves me.

| Umbrellas | x María Mora |

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