Silk

I'm made of another substance.

I'm made of silk.

I slide to caress and let 

myself go.

Falling down I don't do noise,

because I lay me down on myself.

As the fabric does.

Made up of thousands of threads 

sorted in a perfect plot.

I unravel one by one when I want

be different from myself.

Instead.

Sikness is all

I don't care about you.

I get sick of you.

Air bubble

You're the air bubble of 

my drowning.

Dominated

Moral rigor is the exact measurement to 

quantify the degree of immorality 

that has been dominated.

That's all

All that I know 

I never knew.

To be able to

Let us love to live,

not to death.

Absence

Distant longitudes plow the 

absence's places.

Without any stop,

because the absence doesn't wait,

doesn't move,

doesn't return. 

It remains.