CRITICA

Our words are not enough to describe you
Tiny, little crickets
That chirp and jump away
There are so many
I ran after them but I can’t see
It’s too dark, I have no flashlight
Your words try to catch up with my running
Fragile, translucent pieces
Like slippery fish fall to the ground, out of my hands
Gasping for breath
Bulging, scared eyes that the end is near
There is no more water
This air is too much
Too suffocating
Too harsh
Violent
I want to wrap your skin and bones in my arms
And breathe fat back into you
Juicy, plumb mass
Fill you up with thick, gooey body so that when you fall, you won’t break into minuscule pieces
of skull, legs, and arms
I keep looking for words
There are no words
I have no thoughts
No feelings
I have been stuffed with wads of cotton and all I can do is open my mouth wide and smile
I keep pulling, gagging, choking on thick strands of cotton
It is coming and coming
You stare at me with your eager eyes and say: more, more, more
I give you my cotton
Here, it is all I have
You take it and put it inside your mouth
I’m hungry, you say
So hungry
I have not eaten since I last saw you
Oh, what shall we do now, I say?
Feed me, you say
I’m scared