One for the morning

I woke up this morning,
wondering aimelessly about the day,
wondering again in the pain,
what is a hapiness, what is the gain
of the life itself

what to do, where to go,
how to behave, and so
i realized the death might be
the only answer I see

so I went back to my room
made love to my husband
and killed him soon
before I'd be doomed
in this relationship
full of shit.

The green dress

I’m in love.
I'm so in love.

His bare, strong shoulders are pressing against my body which is on flames, burning like a torch whilst the blood in my veins circulate faster than the particles in the Hadron Collider while my breath halts, my ears fizz from the heat, my nipples grow strong and the butterflies in my abdomen are about to kill each other in their fierce skirmish. His eyes are fearless and tender; staring down on me, without a word or even without performing a slightest eyelid exercise. I fear nothing as his arms descend unhurriedly down my back toward the pair of my round half moons, sticking out like whores on a busy street trying to attract a truck driver. He presses softly into my ass, curving tiny apertures and burying himself into my fresh flesh. My horny corpse succumbs as his hard penis forced its way to my innards and I quietly cried out the groan of a lust…. I think I’m in love.