MIGUEL MOREY- DESIRE TO BE A RED SKIN
I hang naked on your bed, suspended upside down, my eyes have been sealed with wax, my ears sealed - The gag almost prevented me from breathing. I hang tied above your bed, and I don't feel a thing. I am only a pendulum that marks the compass of the empty hours. And no one, no one knows what I'm waiting for. Maybe I'm not expecting anything. Maybe he just wants to know about your absence, to know where you are and who you are - what dreams guide your hand while you caress yourself. Or why you cry, when you cry, with your face buried in the pillow. It's been so long I don't even know if that's your bed.
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