WORDS ARE PEOPLE
They have no limits
As tender as deer
they devour their own flesh
They wear shields to defend themselves
They keep their hearts on ice
They pull hard on violence’s reins
In secret, like television’s decay, they take their revenge on us
They calmly order the most brutal repression
They bite the voices that dare to speak
They come from long ago
from the animals’ hiding places
They spread across the body
of inaction
They paint dreams
with spreading shadows
They soak the night
with new blood
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