Naked in my Heart

Foul perfume of fear,

my face as lowly wine,

harvest yesterday.

 

He removes me,

a good counselor.

I know he is clean,

correct,

painful.

 

His name means success,

In an absent language.

 

In his cell phone is my stultified image,

another woman

in a lightning world

with no sign

of beauty.

 

My face is a window.

You see me

standing naked in my heart.

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