The Lock

a phosphorescent barrier
a steel-plated door
a window with shut blinds
a black dog barking
a voice shouting no
another one not answering

after a long road
I stopped under a rain of knives
silence like an anesthetic
perfused in the marrow
left me so awake that I’m shivering
almost seeing my hair growing

I’m turning my head over my back
to feel the rain in my eyes
to stop this painless moment
the emptiness in my viscera
while others have their siesta
on this dead-end road

I grasp with my teeth
the rainbow arch
feeling how it breaks me
separated in the middle
between sky and earth

like a sensitive corpse
on a dissection table

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