Le Signe de la mort

I bleed onto raw untreated canvas
so that the stain
spreads on brown stretched skin

I stab the surface and watch the red be absorbed
flow through the veiny threads,
left unconserved to rot in the sun of la verdad y el tiempo.

Asesino la palabra amor
con mi pintura femenina.
Respiro con la ausencia de vida en mi cuerpo
Y uso el lienzo para cubrir mi sueño durante este largo invierno.

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