After the storm there is an instant
where the world we inhabit stops
like god takes a snapshot
with the eternal camera of him.
He says now, he clicks
and it's his clay doll
the one that shudders whole
our conscience of dry twig.
(And also the weather, oh, the void ...)
That's why when there is wind
of the south and the shutters
they start to hit each other
we tremble with fear
because the body remembers
that cry we gave
Away from warm water, so close to drowning
elespacioreal
We tremble with fear
How do you rate this article?
5
espacioreal
A veces leo.
elespacioreal
Magician
Reward the author with $0.01 in crypto, and earn yourself as you read!
% to author / 80% to me.Rewards are FREE. Publish0x pays them, not you.
6 hours ago
2 minute read
16 hours ago
3 minute read
5 hours ago
1 minute read
Page not displaying correctly?
