Dismembered

Written By: Eden Silva (instagram: @concilivm)

They were the angels promised to me before sleep. I did not knew much about it, I just knew they were supposed to give me the taste of my own mouth and take me out of the edge of disappearance, finally making my flesh a valuable one. I had a body betrayed by time: it would pass too fast in it and I almost did not realized how I grew, but the angels could not be quiet about it and I knew that I had to give it to them; they smelled, fondled, kissed, bited, made it bleed and then, I was open, dismembered and alone in a dirty place. My face still. My mind twisting. My body hurting. But maybe the blood, the fractures and the scattering of what I carry is part of finally having the taste of my own mouth. I remember I used to watch them and crave that taste, watch them and seeing how they were divine and whole and someone once said that they were going to give me this divinity, so I left my members there. Rotting. I lay here waiting for divinity and I do not mind how bad it smells and feels.