Your call
Rolled up
As an iron ball
Into labyrinth hole
From the bottom of soul
To insatiable heart.
Behind the ribs
Metal is hot
Pain climbs
Up to the throat.
I shout, but
Only deaf people around.
'Stop read aloud'
They say,
Eardrum is torn.
Every time
I born
Anew
With
You
My internal horn
Июнь 2020