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It fass down the table and crashes.Inside,the liquid rushes and wets the floor,the walls,some furniture. I pick it up and I look at the door;it opens,the floor handles the feet,shoes,trousers,the hard features,the hand and the pain inside the bones untill I get tired and close my eyes. I wake up,I am inside a coffin,I scream again,I fight,I hardly breath,lose consciousness,I strech out my arms;the coffin explodes and I am a drop of water,I wet the floor,and the walls;I hear footstepsm,wakes up and pick up the pieces,the door opens,the eyes are shining ,a hand that grippes and falls down on me,I blow up,fly,I see dark,get inside the earth,by my side,a coffin is moving,crashes and the splinters hurt me,I am in a room,I read a letter,inderstand oblivion,go out to the street,come into the building,knock on the door I open it,she gets up and stares at me;I grip her neck,she falls asleep. She's dead,it hurts inside,the I feel I crash,I am a bottle,and the liquid inside of it,I am death,the coffin and the dew.I fall asleep.And I feel the corpse I give home to,stretches out its arms and I crash.
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