I'm afraid that my own self-judgement failed. I've faced a fake court of illusive queens of lies. Not able to understand what was hidden behind me. Not able to express what was inside me.
I remembered these tears. Permanent Acid Pain. Broken pieces of glass dormant in my corpse. Pushing me to evolve by weakness. Reaching that limit of unconscious. My Eyes cannot be closed.
I faced what I wanted to consider as purity. I felt regrets when I touched her hand. I was hurtled when I kissed her lips. I thought I felt sadness. But it was disgust, only.
I wanted to swallow what I was not able to vomit. I wanted to fly away and return to that embryonic foetus state. Something has to live again. Death do not give life. A creature without that repugnent capacity of procreation. Sumptuous Endrogyna.
Unemotional unborn nature. Liquid crystal shining through eyes. I walked without leaving traces on the sand. I wish I could breath like those humans I refused to hurt. But they refuse to share what they have in abundance.