SEALED FLESH

I force open my sealed flesh. I want to dwell in my veins, in the marrow of my bones, in the maze of my skull. I take my seat in my shit, in my blood. Somewhere bodies are torn apart so I can be alone with my blood. My thoughts are lesions in my brain. My brain is a scar. I want to be a machine. Arms for grabbing. Legs to walk on, no pain no thoughts.

Heiner Mueller, Hamletmachine, p.57

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