Escape
They escape
Through a small opening
On the side of my head
Liquid skin becoming cellophane
An accessory to suffocation
Tries to trim the threats
Of an unfurled canvas
In my pocket
Artauds’ anguish
Stitches together absurd reasoning
One kiss tooled the empire
Only the smart escape
Copyright © Roberto Sciascia | Year Posted 2019
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