9 lipca 2022
Unwedded
In final journey, there
was a collective guilt.
To find an opus, I reach out
for a carbon pit.
It was not your grief
not my miracle. Collecting the
cadavers to sleep with―
for warmth.
Ashes, you poke at the
art. Except self-elevation
and grandiosity, what to discover
in the heap of refuse?
You start nibbling at your
clothes. The scream melts at
the stitchs. Style wavers,
you become naked.
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