on the skin of facts
a tények bőrén
I came down from the mountains as a fire-resistant wood
Laura Iancu
the world fell on me I am stuck in a sonnet
- my skin is a fiery red expression
indicating a new fire my capricious moment
as at a desert island a bite of a scorpion
the transubstantiation leaks out though
just put yourself in a mode of standby
what’s coming next I do not know
despite my immune system is sterile
I was also singled out as a victim
my bones are getting ready to die today
I can’t stay for a long time without them - on your poster for masked air
on the burnt out floors fears grow
the ascetic bush hides an enemy - under the sky-splitting roots I tune the bow
against your blood venally
I settle for the facts of skins - in the sky there barks the lightning
yet I’ve become the voice of devastation
unnoticed among stones’ tension
I became homeless on the street floor
like the twilight in your chest - my route made of river flow
formed my oath blood red
Libros Libertad 