These two poems were written a while ago. A while as in more than a decade ago.

Infested Water

Tomorrow, when I hold my breath and ask you
For what exactly?
It will be like diving into risk
Ripping surfaces and rushing silence
Until sound is underwateraudible
And the saw-toothed doubts
Smell drops of ruby blood.

Cushion

Unconsciously you take a pin
So fine, so long, so thin
It almost eludes the naked eye
And you pierece my skin
Push past my ribs, go on and in
Through the muscles of my heart
Until it pricks the little abcess of hope
I’ve recently had nesetling there.
A silken yellow thread of pus
Stitches itself through my body,
And I forgive you, instantly,
Over and over again.