the uncomfortable truth,
the truth that makes us want to vomit,
that makes us want to die,
that twist the bowels and haunts the nights.
the truth of not being able to be loved and to love,
the truth of not being able to feel and to taste,
to cry and to smile.
that's the hidden truth my deathless body has,
and the blank space is filled with it,
waiting for someone to empties my soul
and cuddle me in their being.
