Guest
The house was empty as soon as she saw her naked body leaving the floor. You can feel the life as an intense breeze. The wound made by the knife is red, thick and sweet. There’s nothing you could do to understand the fact of living on the edge of what is not. Your sweet body lacerated is now at the unspeakable climax, on the edge of what is not. There’s nothing you could do to understand the fact of living on the edge of what is not. Your eyes full of light and behind the veil there was only a gasp, you don’t catch the tale? You don’t want to see? You don’t want this gift? There’s a non-place inside of me.
