mellow is the night

She can still taste his smell. It moves around her teeth like a soft desire and no amount of tea can wash it down. She tries to keep her cravings behind a wall, but they have a tendency to escape when she wears pretty shoes and lipstick.

Is it May?

And then there was me....soaked in sweat...forgetting...something slippery dripping down my face..reflecting madness...
I let her verbally violate, but she still has to learn how to move around dark matters and sun spots....how to ignore harmless monsters.
I was never perfect.
Did anybody notice?

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

blah

pigeons collapsing on my window sill
sometimes reproducing on my bed
bird porn
feathers
no wonder I have nightmares
and wake up in tears
slightly confused and aroused
I still hate Sundays

inner

I was led to places already seen
faces almost obscene
nights half dreamed
with hugs never redeemed
sorrows lacking reason
past long long gone
and now I wander
how much it changed me
and what it gave me
and how long will it move
deep deep inside me