the frozen membrane
is starting to flicker
heated by the smouldering fire

a massive wound blossoms
nothing slides on anymore
the air is sucked in
light and darkness
are bonding in shadows
time is moving away from space
my lips separate from yours
sounds are dying away

when the wound is healed
and the shiny skin
has no visible scar
i’m miserably probing its surface
for a way in / out