Wormy Fruits

My empty heart is choking on blood.

I am writing an open letter

to God, but as always,

I will forget to send it.

Lemon wounds on the lips

become a parable of the saved.

I was born against the will

of the world,

when your star went out

without echoes.

It's time to learn to live according to

the multiplication table,

with lighthearted prayer

on the smooth, green skin of the soul.

I hide a shapeless word

under my tongue,

I hide a grain of penance

I did not deserve.

Street lamps go silent,

the night strips off the stars,

the Moon cares for its wounds.

We'll sell a false prophecy,

we'll get rid of the pain.

We will forget about the joy

that flows in our veins,

which produces only wormy fruits.

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[KAREN]

I hide a shapeless word
under my tongue,
I hide a grain of penance
I did not deserve.
Sad and dark. I love the phrase shapeless word!