[Verse 1] I pissed mezcal on your doorstep. The earth drank deep. You won’t. Your tongue will blister every time it shapes my name. Nine knots in a blood-wet rag, buried under your well stone. The water won’t turn— it’ll just forget your thirst. [Verse 2] Your seed runs thin. Your sleep sours like rust. You’ll dream of rats with your mother’s hands— that’s when you’ll know. I burned your shirt with blood from the thighs, wrapped it tight with ruda and grease. It shrieked when it caught. So will you. [Verse 3] You’ll find worms in the beans, teeth in the flour, quiet in your lover’s mouth. That silence belongs to me. I nailed your shadow to a nopal leaf. Let the sun do the rest. When your knees go soft at dusk, don’t ask who pushed. [Verse 1] I pissed mezcal on your doorstep. The earth drank deep. You won’t. Your tongue will blister every time it shapes my name. Nine knots in a blood-wet rag, buried under your well stone. The water won’t turn— it’ll just forget your thirst. [Verse 2] Your seed runs thin. Your sleep sours like rust. You’ll dream of rats with your mother’s hands— that’s when you’ll know. I burned your shirt with blood from the thighs, wrapped it tight with ruda and grease. It shrieked when it caught. So will you. [Verse 3] You’ll find worms in the beans, teeth in the flour, quiet in your lover’s mouth. That silence belongs to me. I nailed your shadow to a nopal leaf. Let the sun do the rest. When your knees go soft at dusk, don’t ask who pushed. [Verse 4] I boiled your name in chaparro bark and spat it straight into flame. Now the ants come, each one carrying your taste. Your piss will clot like dirt. Your bones will beg for salt. You’ll bleed in reverse. You’ll pray to die clean— but I’ll keep you just long enough to spoil whole. [Closing Curse] It’s not over. It hasn’t begun. The land you touched hasn’t yet decided how to answer. Niistatl mochichinuan nitoloa in uachtli Niktlasa motoka nik apitsmikimalinalli
