Ashes. 1894. Edvard Munch. Oil on canvas. 120.5 x 141 cm. Nasjonalgalleriet at Oslo.

 Loveless life that degrades us

I forgot how to sleep and I hunt deers in my waking up

I watch only porn at nights and I mourn around my accidents

Incidents of emotion,just a breeze

and I touch your hand and I freeze

Loathsome and sterile as I become

my heart drips fears and cosmic jokes

You lustfully shrink me and I'm your Playboy Alice

Skin within and without

tear it and eat it,I feel much safer when you disrupt me

At the laughing point of the tea party

you come like a revengeful Astarte

and you spit on my fork

you say the bitterness slips better that way

Oh grave of my stupid humility

attach me to a splinter and

 send me to the gallows of  winter