You are the wind

The awkward whispers of a nice day.
You see the sand into your eyes
and you don’t know where you are.
When all is said. Nothing left to say, then.
You are my atmosphere blue
Cicatrizing the footsteps I left behind
my feet.
You are the wind stopping me
pushing me under the grain around me.
You open your mouth and say:
“ I will steal the soul inside of your heart.
I will eat your body and sink the bones.
I will bury you. I will do it.”

I don’t have anything to say.
We don’t speak with our tongue
because our languages are so different.
And you say something across the sun:
“ My sons will inherit the chromatic
of the sky. They are black holes.
I gave you the life. I give you the death.”
We don’t say any word. We don’t speak.
I’m now buried above your hair.
I’m scared here. You are scared too, don’t you?