• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 08

Golden Girl

I have never breathed:
my flesh, molten and golden
Weeps down.

I feel all the matrices of life
in place.

But I, who has never breathed,
live without feelings nor depth,
because you don’t allow
room for doubt, for honesty,
room for my feelings.

So I can never breathe.
God forgive you.