Bende

L’aveva imbalsamato, l’amore.
Eppure lo sentiva dimenarsi.

Non c’era verso di tenerlo a bada.
Lui sorrideva, lo stomaco si lacerava, e quello si svolgeva le bende.

Impercettibilmente, scivolava.

Via.

Via.

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