by Dr. Teresinka Pereira

Bitter is the silence,
like arrows making
bleeding inside the throat
of someone who goes
and leaves, and of the one
who stays to listen to it.

Bug that stings like a whiplash
and being so small and invisible
can promote a vigil
during the night that makes
the daybreak postpone
its light.

If you believe I am guilty
of lack of love, please,
asphyxiate me mercifully
giving me death!
Don't use the labyrinth
of silence to make
me insane without you.

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