Blushed and painted in a coat so bloody, so mechanical
So kidnapping of raw purpose
So incredulously driven away from the beating heart pumping fleshy blood
To this facade of metal curtains and plastic chains
Of iron hearts beating for pulpy lips to utter the mangled utterances of a tarnished soul
Yearning for the loneliest eclipse away from all those rancid words and whispers of reason
If I am caricature, let me be!
I’ll contort your world and rip you inside out
So that your heart is on the outside and the metal sheet is on the inside.

21.VI.2024