the orchids are dead

they were only beautiful

she held my bare arms

in cold hands

for their warmth

i looked into

her blue eyes

for their warmth

they were only beautiful

once i held a gaze

easy and sublime

now my teeth are falling out

one by one

the sockets filling

with food that dries

up and hardens

nothing to watch

but harsh white light

making my

pupils like pinholes

praying because

holy words taste like sweet apples

wet on the tongue

but it is all my fault

and i'm the last one

the lord should forgive

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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