Someone has stolen the horse from the hidden words.

Right in the moments.

That the nurse is not very young.

Anesthetize the patient first.

No lips.

In countless floors of the hospital.

Forgetting.

The snake is still slithering in the darkness of the leaves.

Still.

The story of poison on the asphalt street is repeated.

The moon is still shining on my forehead.

Still…

Come, let me hold your hands a little from the winter.

Come, let me deceive you a little.

Let’s be adorned with beautiful lies.

Come…

A horse without teeth is not white with these words.

The nurse is not very young.

He/she has blue hands.

The elevator that lifts the hair up, bones melt.

Someone is riding through the dark leaves.

And he/she wants to lie a little.

My nails are a bit similar to dog’s teeth.

Your corners.

It mocks with a shiny skin.

I am thinking about a little bit of a dog’s teeth.

And from the darkness.

I draw a line on your glowing skin.

You are becoming irregular geometry.

Red veins.

In your jade eyes, something can be seen.