The shell is breaking

The thing is spilling

My limbs are dripping

From those eyes, my eyes

Is it a woman

Im throwing away the beat of sunder

Is it a man

The shapes are breathing

The warmth is stealing

The line divides the light

The body

So mine

A flesh bullet

Hypnotic movements feed it

The sequel is naked

With fingers on the skin

Far away

I’ll draw a glade

Pink wounds of cloth

They don't hurt

Only the birth number is deadly