bruises

Wearing the masks of petrified beasts,
three women ride a claustrophobic rat that
says hi to every high-heeled shoe they pass by
ahead of all the stones of the sun.
Heavy birds fall into the fissures far above,
only to reappear under the feet of the creatures whom
doors and windows of the air prevent from letting out.
The women count each other’s teeth and bruises.

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