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Scorpion

 ( Izabel Martho BRA - Escorpião )

 

 

Emblazed the circle of fire,

Lukewarm a far, early

Of small iridescent flames.

 

Me, a small bedeviled arthropod

I swirl around myself

I look for an exit and I can’t find it.

 

The hot body approaches

Hot, suffocating, menacing

Now, big scorching flames.

 

On my skin, the sparch

In my throat, the umbearable dryness

And inside (me) still the yearning of evading.

 

Evading and there is no exit

And the imminent death appearing

The certitude of the gloaming and the night.

 

There’s no next day break

No cool water sight

No note describing a melody.

 

Empty staff, hollow

Silence

Only the crackle, the growing crackle.

 

I turned around myself again

The insurmountable fire wall

Gulps me, it prevents me from breathing.

 

I can’t stand waiting for the slow death

Painful ending

Finale that I resolve myself to define.

 

I decide

I turn my sting into the direction of my back

I sting myself , poison myself, kill myself.