The Fall
He wanted to sleep
for ever.
He wished it
with the strenght
of a man
who wishes
with half
of his body.
He didn’t felt
anything
in his fingers.
He didn’t felt
anything
anywhere.
Just pain.
A morphine bottle.
He just wanted
to sleep.
So he
exchanged
pills
by
stories.
And
as he spoke,
she was smiling,
and
he was healing.
And
they both
fell.
Again.
" — Exchange by deespivak. (spanish version)
<3 Oh goodness, thank youuu!