Self-Portrait

Sunday

And I raise my head to the coruscating firmament, breathing smoke signals to whichever divine entity cares to decipher my message...

Incorporeal foetal words inside me, begging to be given birth to.
Perhaps I'll go to the hospital, release this life into the blank pages in which they belong...

My baby, it was an accidental abortion. I will endow my life upon you, trade my breaths for your imaginary existence.

We are only guilty of loving too much.

1 comment:

  1. *hugs*

    This is so heartbreaking! So intense and sad! Oh my the last sentence its so truee. Yeah I'm guilt loving you too much even if I meet you recently. It's curious how I care more about you more than people of my real life that have being there many years...

    *kiss*

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