I don't mind

underground pounding
fists clutching
teeth grinding
soaked in undertow of melodies unwritten

dawn embracing her with patterns
she sleeps alone
with bite marks on her thighs

hm

Na jeziku je ostal zamišljen okus po strahu. V sanjah me preganjajo odtenki oranžne barve in razjarjeni samuraji. Ne razumam kako sem se uspela ujeti v isto iluzijo iz katere sem ravno pobegnila. Telo še vedno odtaka pretekla obžalovanja, pa je tu že nov val zlobe, ki bo iz mene izklesal sveže iztisnjeno nežnost.

missed call

and there was silence that followed noisy rejection
and it tried to convince her she was not human enough
she refused to beat faster
she forgot how to respond
there is strange knowing deep inside of her reminding her how to be devoid of hysteria and just surrender to saying yes and letting go
there will be time for flowers and chandeliers