Coal

In a pod filled with backyard mud,
a seed is germinating a plant
to bloom the flowers of black bones.

Room changed to a secluded prison
where air is a red sea.
And new asthma is the clapper
hitting the graveyard bell, at wish.

Embers are burning heavily
inside the brothels of this head.
When the whole city gets polluted
with the smokes of my headaches,
don't touch to baptise this unsacred heart.


Sim