The bathtub

I slip through it

my head hits the edge

I break my neck

I die.

The knife

my head is on the table

my fingers touch the wrist in search of the best vein

the blood is warm against the blade

I'm bleeding out.

The car

the light is yellow

my feet feel like a bank robber

my heart says yesyesyesYES

my knees break

my head bounces off the asphalt

I’m run over.

The terrace

it’s autumn,

it's autumn when my demons howl,

the wind wants my cries of prayer

my skin is goosebumps

the lips taste like tears although I don't cry

the letter is taken by the city

one dies of fear and not of the fall

I crash.

The room

the bed is uncomfortable

my body is off

my brain repeats what has already lost the thread

my fingers are cigarettes

my lips say I'm everywhere and nowhere

my skin is a paint of abuse

it's silence with the blinds closed

life averts my gaze

I disappear.

Ta.