A cold-blooded fake
smile, a polite disregard greeting.
Blood of reptiles and
amphibians.
Your eyes full of irony,
cold as frozen crystals, knives.
Resentful liquid,
hypocritical nonsense words that deviate from the proceeding.
Actions like the cold
river, pressurized at low temperatures
Inert Stunned look like
a living fossil refused to feel inexistent, very retired in space - time.
Coagulated person,
piles, in a moribund progressive pose.
The blood made ice,
steel, and concrete.
Ballad caged,
calligraphy empty, full and final distance.
Almost an object,
repulsive and inanimate.
Nearly a name among
many, almost.
Irresolute skin,
undefined, incoherent.
In Cold Blood you
vanish, unnecessary, without emotion.
Dried sweat, essential lack
bent nail.
Fall.
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