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


We insert the nail ourselves



We pierce our barks

And lungs.

We exhale the pain

With eyes completely shut.