Come, I shall lead the way

Valvet silk red wraped around

Her small milky shoulders tiled

I follow my addiction

Two hands cut off

Red liquid flowing

Out from mouth

Movements, wild movements

Without clear direction

Like a bird that flies

So high up above

Burning feather by

feather pierced by

Apollo’s arrow

Flying forever

Afraid to come back down

Crashing like a mad comet

Leaving me behind

Showing her pearl white back

Disabled self

Alone on a wood chair

Chained facing a wall

An empty canvas

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