Patron Saint

Patron saint: 

I'm going to have a drink with the moon sitting in her chair and if I say your name you won't know who you are . 

I plunge into the night hand in hand with the darkness of the moon. 

Without being able to sleep in the care of my soul night after night after night, a deafening silence is waiting for me to be careless so it can inhale it and take over us. . 

 I get home and the headboard keeps knocking on the door and my stone rolls over and falls on my back leaving my chest fragile.

My reflection in the mirror is hazy and I'm tachycardic, I'm short of breath and he's standing over me... face to face. 

I am a sanguine. .

The hot blood and sweat so cold it's paralyzing as if I'm being cut to pieces, and you're there again staring at me sleeping listening to my breathing.

I can hear you repeating my name agitated and nauseous without being able to wake up. 

Photography by Paola Saetti