Yesterday, I awoke
to a world that was shaken...
Eating becomes a fear,
attempts become impossible...
October presses me against his chest -
I feel all the sadness he summons...
Come, meet me at the door;
there's a small lamp - a chandelier...
Many years I've spent
Wasted on melancholy...
To the wolf operators the rebels hail
The POTUS says that you will surely fail...
Our home is decadent in
peeling plaster...
Voices, voices, voices.
I hear them whispering...
I think you were the view.
You gave these heights...
it's the third week of
august and i'm eating...
There was no fog
just shades of gray...
how cruel of april? to barge in with anger in her...
and fists aching for a fight – before long, i am...