Single, lonesome, emaciated,
cachexic ribs flesh out the remains
of my marasmic body.
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Death, Poetry by ALEJANDRO SALVADOR
While fearless death
feeds of hunger
We rejoiced deeply in my sleep,
Sentenced deep in darkness
Within an ignorant thought;
“Im seconds away of throwing myself into the black ocean,
There…
where no struck of
light dared to show…
Where one looses their shadow
as well as their soul.”
