A shower of hell

Read and forget

My call wanders around your ears,
‎O You beautiful Whore...
‎Cleanse your ears after every summons
‎To the chamber of the devil’s mistresses.
‎Have you forgotten kissing my dick ,
‎Which discharged bullets into you
‎Bullets you were forced to expel
‎With a cursed pill swallowed without water.
‎I still see your beauty etched
‎Within my cold diaries,
‎Despite your absence from the arena
‎Where we drank our hot, black blood.
‎I still embrace every letter you wrote
‎While you sipped the bottle of wine
‎I sent to you,
‎With a card bearing the hairs of my loins—
‎How you loved to pluck them
‎With your hands fallen from the mountain of sin.
‎How you adored shopping in the demons' market.
‎I remembered your dead gift
‎Sent to me in autumn—
‎Your intimate, perennial season.
‎You sent me a wolf's claw,
‎Sharp as the Day of Reckoning.
‎You told me, in a merciful card:
‎"If you wish to end your life,
‎Use my wretched gift."
‎How I loved you, you brilliant whore.
‎You are the only woman
‎Who weaves from the threads of my essence
‎A cloak to warm me against the clumsy, frozen nights.
‎How many times? Only the ghost knows—
‎The one who cleanses my filth.
‎It crossed my mind
‎To sever your little finger
‎And fashion from it a necklace
‎That shall not leave me until the day I die.
‎I finished a bottle of whiskey
‎And found myself reading your aphorisms,
‎Written when your menstrual cycle first came—
‎Sayings that copulate with the ghosts of passion,
‎Bleeding a crimson blood
‎Visible even to the colorblind.
‎There, You found your obscene love
‎For the path of riding horses...
‎But you preferred my stallion.
‎You said my horse
‎Possesses seven hearts;
‎Every night, one of them Dies
‎After our eternal lovemaking.
‎But I have one final request
‎Before my last remaining heart expires
‎Stab me seven burning times
‎With the knife I gifted you—
‎The one meant to sever your breasts if ever you left me.
‎Then, cast me to the stray dogs;
‎Your love has left me broke,
‎And I have nothing left to give them but myself
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