My eyes are swollen

with the weight of regret

the stomach hurts

the heart has stopped

it seems impossible

to breathe one more moment

 

The ground has slipped

I lay on my bed

haunted by the memories

of the blooms, flowers

but I hate everything

 

The end looks near

as I gallop once more

perhaps it is the truth

that tastes so much sour

 

and so I get up with it

and forgive myself

one more time…