Inner Journey

Don’t tell anyone:

I have swallowed the stone

that has made me fall

and I’ve lifted my body up

taking advantage of a gust of wind.

If I move it’s

thanks to the pain that slips

to my esophagus below,

my liver below, stomach below,

large intestine below,

abdomen below, knees below,

viscera inside.

Why do I write?

Because I don’t know how to speak and I don’t want to learn.