by Marius Surleac


dig under me with your bare hands
until you’ll pass the ribs you’ll lose half of your soul
the blood will spread over the knees
and within hair, emotions will be gripped


from sleep my new body will leak out
I’ll search to exhume you through the frost torpid phalanxes
and then we’ll drink the love upheld on the wall


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