I wake up in the hospital
I do not remember much, yet at the same time I remember everything
the chimera is a wound on my chest
a broken dream that is close to healing
as I prevent myself from peeling it
my eyes were made for crying
tears launch intensely from my eyes
while around my neck an axe is threatening to cut my jugular
meanness is disguised in looks, glances, and all that is left unsaid
little things that remind of ostracism
the world is an unequal equinox
all I remember is the Dada howl in me
life delayed in a hospital corridor
my tears are fireworks that are still crying