She's beautifully broken
Shard of sharp stained glass
no one can ever hope
to make her whole
It is like
she was born missing
a piece,
a cracked heart 
hungry for peace
inside her
there is
a fulfilling emptness
she's nothing
without it.
Behind the mantle
she has walnut eyes
in hard shells
spotting the horizon
surrounded by
wet clouds
waiting time pass by
Her mouth prays
so nervous that bites
and the faceless god
inside
the bottle of booze
hides as she
choke, and scream
flashing the gaping wounds
so invisible
to everyone else.
She is.
Here and there
don't know exactly where
some time she vanishes
hiding on my lap
this times
she's all guilt
and hard breath
She's moist 
like a kiss - on a splinter - 
and she's sweeter than...
hemlock.
A million dolar prize
in a game 
of russian roulette.

______________________________________Yuri Tannús