Robbed by arm of silence
So gripped by gust of blood
Skin and memory
Armored in the forgotten touch
My borrowed energy
In the wisp of a climax
There in the moment
Of utter gentleness
Passivity
I am passing by
The tortures of knowing
Essence of ugliness and existence
As a prostitute of pain
I am the swallowing,
Bubbles of rain and rust
The peel of utter
Hidings, remnants
Like anthill happiness.