Literatura

Eight lines for my foreparents

«He is the infernal engine.
He never stops. He only gets worse»

Father, i crave violence
after all our conjoined efforts
i am still your child.

Mother i wish
to be killed like a mad dog
because i don´t know how
in the sweetest of hells
could i ever be held.

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