Yet another rusty nail
Penetrates me slowly,
Brilliant and strong
Infinitely smooth
Washed with alcohol
And salt.
No traces from the Rust.
It penetrates my Soul
And fills me up with blood.
It wakes me up
And reminds me of Her words.
“We will always be alone -
We are born and then we die
Alone.”
We insert the nail ourselves
Humiliated,
Hammered.
We pierce our barks
And lungs.
We exhale the pain
With eyes completely shut.