To catch a feeling

I am tired my love, so tired…
Like a coat dress you take just once and after, you leave it in the closet and the moths they  find a shelter there…
There where you should have the chest, the neck, the shoulders…
And their wings are my fingers caressing you into your empty soul…
I am malformed, sad… I feel like I am reaching the eternal winter.
I am tired like my body after a nightmare,
a nightmare where your love (who used to be alive…) was like a field of poppies and every flower was surrounded by rolls of barbed wire…
And they was so many… I needed to give them away …
And your caresses was hurting me, I had no blood anymore… just red flowers all around…
I cried because I was concerned by too many things at once…
To catch a feeling… your heart…. your feet….

© Margò Wiessman.

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