to Sylvia (Amour Box)

Help me to believe that I am no longer a woman.

She is young, simple, pretty, and she is everywhere. I can hear her laugh.


What began with a female body must end with a acurate word. For the two of us, Sylvia.

Or with a hallucination?

Help me to understand that I am no longer a woman, only human.

How it pains me to be human only. How it pains me and torments me. Like a thousands of needles.

I am no longer a woman. I must internalize, I must repeat it loudly so I never forget till the end.

May not forget, not for a second.


You and me, we go and buried ourselves in the word.

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