I am your misfortune

I am your misfortune.
I am your pain.

Every curve is a memory of you.
Every wound is a mark of you.

On my body your cries are written.
On my body your gestures are drawn.

My red venom no longer flows.
Since I sleep in my box.
Since you caressed my neck.
With your angry hands.

Benjamin Charles

Photographe, réalisateur, consultant social media & content

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