The unusual moods
That you make me feel
Each time and time after time
That the blow of your claws
Leaves me scratches,
When you are about
To take peace out of my body.
Your hands are a spider
That walks slowly
By the hidden face of my tree,
Sharp nails running through
My dry valleys,
My dead bones,
My tortuous meanders,
My nooks and crannies,
My unprotected skin.
My pain spread inside,
In leafy branches
Of forest planted
Next to the source of the waters.
Your passage through my paths,
Leaves traces,
Like fingerprints
Marked on the glass.
Like a crystal crack,
A break was made
In my smile.
And you have left me
The largest cleft,
Of all those cataloged
In my body system.
You have broken my heart.
My chest was too soft
For you to put pressure on it
With the edge of your dagger.
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