Sure sure obrigada.

The colours are serrated at the edges. My fingers shedding skin and I keep licking my lips. My mouth wants something to do, my tongue a second heart flexing as I gently bite on it. I think of his tongue, his mouth consuming my silence. He eats me over and over, I embitter myself like an insect at its last defence, I let him exhaust himself in my various orifices but the poison of my skin and saliva wrenches him in convulsions, and I the meat watch myself disappear into his stomach, I make my breasts rigid as marble and summon my bones to build a cage. My pelvis is a cage in which, because I am trapped, I trap him and many ephemeral men. I cannot hate and I love in my poisonous way. I have watched a boy become a man, a fragile child who cried onto my neck engineer himself and wrap himself in functional muscles, collect women amongst whom he spills his lost seed. He impregnated me with his saintly oblivion and I gave birth to him. I nurse another now who fears me. I cannot give myself, I cannot submit. I ask to be beaten so that I can feel.

I have been broken. I make love for love’s sake and am pursued by the vision of my virginity. I become a virgin again, again, my innocence saves me from the agony of my love.

Eu te amo. Sim, certo. I have since I was no one and will after I rot.