Fear
of drowning,
fear of being that alone,
kept me busy making a deal
as if I could buy
my way out of it
and it worked for two years
and all of July.
(…)
Breathe!
And you'll know . . .
an ant in a pot of chocolate,
it boils
and surrounds you.
There is no news in fear
but in the end it's fear
that drowns you.
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I AM THAT GIRL

Thinking that I would find you

Full of stories
I hadn't told you

A born stalker
I wanted to give you each word

I ran through the streets
Wild for love
I ran through the streets

Knowing I would never find you
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THE BLACK ART

A woman who writes feels too much,
A writer is essentially a spy.
(...)
I am that girl