Don't pull that rope
what's going on in the mouth
to the stomach
and never write
a manifesto of destruction.
Don't put your head in to see
the speed at which it falls
your fear
or how it holds
in the silence
your last try
For surviving.
You better slide and climb
like a bunch of crystals
embedded in the cornea
planning the moment
exactly
in which you are going to say goodbye
of everything you promised one day
bury.
It is best to behave
like the spine
of a fish
stuck in the throat
hurting the tour
until the end.
Inside out
before
before someone pulls
and the guts of your story
jump through the air
and you can't even
hear.