I am here
above you
inside you!
Feel my wrath
and kiss my hand.
You are forbidden to smile.
On your knees!
and surrender your will
to the Gods and me
a mortal oppression.
I will eat you
fuck you
and burn what is left.
Buts is my weakness
your scratched hands
therefore every night
I made wax sculptures of them.
Carlos Lopez, November 2013.