In search of herself
she fled from that phagocytic cloud of invisibility
that had depolarized the coordinates of her existence.
The fear of death
had even dissolved her identity,
but she, wandering like an coward in her earthly hell,
needed to tell others of her black pain.
She just wanted to be human art, organic art,
putting an end to that sleepwalking
that drowned her in a deep emptiness.