- cifra
This is why I learned to walk
For these belated bitter steps
Your last words still throb in my throat
A lingering move in the cracks
Time weighs heavier in the dark
Upon my mind than in the light
Stars are bruises on the sky
The dawn bites the pupil-dark night
I bear the wounds of all the fights
I avoided in the past
I bear the wounds of all the fights
I avoided in the past
