I was lying inhaling
synthetic air,
I was dying of pain,
like offended virgin.
Yesterday Your attentive
and careful surgeon
cut my soul
with no any anesthesia.
When my blood washed out
infected tissues,
breathings, whisperings, memories,
smiles and kisses.
I just hided You deeply
in my metastases.
And I prayed that He never
will try to find this.