Brent Corrigan Outside Shower

the curtain has fallen upon my quivering stare,
in the lap of the morning, looking a touch
to follow the day
sun rays that penetrate my crack obsolete
my open window
the distance between the foliage that covered my dreams, which
flash memories sprout
a heartbeat inside secrets,
twinned to that conspiracy,
of meanings that accompany me, a prisoner from
into other courses,
me feel lonely, fading
in my life at times,
not get out of this pit of pain filthy, murky
galling,
shadows trying to escape and haunt me,
disturbing my calm and my composure, my words away
conjecture, between syllables
my own tears, stuck in my destiny
not get out,
of this uneasiness is battered and badly wounded,
my pupils dilate
to get that tiny extraction of my will to live, feel and rebirth
, which
phoenix from my own knowledge
predictions will dim the compromise,
enrebesadas is cradled in my body,
leave my lips, inspired
to bursts of pain that the eyebrow,
not leave,
not left wanting, fluffy and trite
my life has no meaning,
I am tired of fighting
,
my heart ran out of reasons to
follow this uphill battle, starting again
,
exist,

and pave the wayward path, but I can not
want,
I feel empty, alone and walk away
hidden.
hidden among the branches of the steppe, dreams
anchorites
no longer want to be a puppet of the puppet theater,
of senseless wandering
the way to tuck,
touching the melancholy of that demon of the night waiting. ... MARIA