Profanan la carne

miércoles, marzo 18, 2020

Brillan como redondas bocas. Se juntan calientes circunferencias. Profanan la carne, su líquido, transmutan. Toman semblante de lo semejante. Recorren todos los pasos del cuerpo, sus escaleras, escondites, sitios perdidos. Persiguen el último atisbo de vida. Rompen todas las ventanas; añicos los cristales; amurallan. Insolentes, arrasan. Arañan la sangre. Aprendiz ciego. Deslumbrado por la voracidad. A la caza. A la cosecha. A todas horas fulminantes rayos.

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