When I returned from US there was no fire left in her eyes' ingle,
no humble spirit.
I asked her what did you do with your soul?
She said: “I just augmented my breasts.”
She said she pawned her treasures to do so,
but I only heard she said she sold her soul.
I heard she sold all her goods to that pawnshop,
exchanging them for the current trite values.
Swapped quintessence with wares,
mettle with countenance
Then, I saw the connection of opposites:
The augmentation of flesh
forming a chasm of void inside the chest,
bloating curves, depletes the pneuma!
I saw the pawn man’s rotten teeth mark on her shoulder.
I burst into a bleeding laughter:
"I thought you were up grading."
She laughed back at me and said:
"Anything is an upgrade from the null,"
braggingly pointing at her bosom.
I still see those slick cuts beneath her firm breasts,
the scars of scissored wings!
Those bosoms were heavy anchors.
She was moored
permanently
in flesh.
