There’s no more, por Isabel Brito

There’s no more

There’s no more exploded heads on the floor

There’s no more broken glass

It doesn’t hurt what there’s not

There’s no forgetting

There’s nothing to forget

There’s nothing to be or to stay

We aren’t here

It doesn’t hurt

We are not

And there’s blood on the floor that’s ours

There’s hands on the night that aren’t ghosts

There’s noise that keeps fear alert

But you’re not here anymore

And the shit doesn’t go away

It didn’t follow you

Shit sleeps it all

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