Soon... Poem by alexandre arnau

any
day
now

it's
coming

i watch
the streets
for
a sign

nobody can see it
but
me

it lives
in my
belly

it
whispers
to me
in
the dark

it
waits

behind
my eyes

gnawing
in
my palms
a growing
hunger
demanding
more

ribbons
of pale
scars
i wear like
badges
on my arms
the knife
sometimes
helps

it wants
to help
the world

i walk
in the pale hours
of the dead

i bleed
hot mercury
in my room

i wail
in jets
of black
cancer

i rip
at my face
for the world
to see

i
am
becoming

someday
soon
it will come

burning
down
the streets
across
the city
and into
your homes

i hope
when it
comes
i can still
see

the animal
is getting louder
now

it

will

not

be

denied

it demands
a sacrifice

it desires
true
passion

it will
soon
have it

i have seen you
there

can you
see me?

it's
coming

any
day
now...