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Boomerang

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You bite out of my carotid
You’re ripping my flesh out.
The blood spouts into a powerful jet
You’re spitting the meat on the floor
And ruthlessly you bite me again.
Blood jets draw frenetic
Forbearance dissimulated in bravery,
Atrocious restrained pain.
I can hear sizzling of the salt on the open wound,
I can feel the clenching of the muscles,
But I do not feel pain.
You’re ripping my flesh out until you get to the bone.
With my fingernails I draw symbols on the scorched walls,
Witnesses of impotence and shattered dreams.
I’m screeching with my broken nails on the bare brick.
I’m breaking a piece of my hanging flesh
And limping in the dark I’m heading
To the dusty mirror.
What do I see?
You’re biting and I’m biting.
You’re ripping my flesh out and I’m ripping my flesh out.
With the latest powers I broke the mirror,
In the splinters
I see fragments of what would it have been…
Tired spider’s webs hang on my face.
I’m hugging my knees next to the chest
And I’m crooning a song known just by myself.
Where do the arrows poisoned with hatred lead?
You’re biting and I’m biting.
You’re ripping my flesh out and I’m ripping my flesh out.
Like a boomerang.

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The mirror

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How can you step over dead bodies
In order to raise yourself
Even in your own eyes?
How can you say that you smile
When you stick your teeth in my carotid?
How can you feed yourself
With the sap of crushed flowers
Stepping on them until exhaustion?
How can you sleep soundly
When you disturb everything around you?
What you’re seeing in the mirror
Every morning, when you’re waking up?


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Temporal madness

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Scraps of thoughts
Struggling for power
With sewn mouths
Desperately knock at the door
And the walls crack out of pain…
On the other side of the wall
The hands draw frantically
Ideas and symbols on the shaky floor –
Tangibility of obsession
Reflections in a broken mirror…

 


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The whirlpool of silence

Artist: Vincent van Gogh
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Unspoken words
Cram into the whirlpool of silence
Murmuring fragments of thoughts;
Sculpting the sorrow in stones, so smoothly
That only the skillful eye of time
Can discern the undisclosed.


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Rain drops

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Stray thoughts
Beaded on rain drops,
Dreams oozed
On the sooty glass
While falling
Transformed in wings.
I look out the window
With child’s eyes
Pressing my forehead against it.
I listen to the rain drops
Drip drip drip
They crackle to the ground.
I feel like rolling in the puddles
Bathing in their perfume…
How could I not love the rain?