Katerina Val

Self-righteous was my sadness
my resistance, the denial
and the darkness
Self bewilderment was your chasing
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Caterpillars
they have potentials
they have perspectives
they have dreams
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Thoughts of consumed steadiness
anger floats through reflections of Irene
but for crystallized birth
we choke the bellyache
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Curtains
hide
closets
slaughtered pride
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Crowns
Made of charcoal
Blackness
Tar
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Dear lord, I thought red fire grew only from the hands of the cold
alone and poor
between hands that lost their soul
but they rubbed my thoughts
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My life is in danger
Myself is in danger
as I cut the small pieces
tiny failed autonomies
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Not everyone can get
the things running down on your little head
not every single person can see
the things twirling on your twisted head
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I feel sorry
for hiding myself behind you
behind this cut
because for the demons that I feed inside, is not enough
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THEY WILL COME
They will come to demystify us
so plainly willing to defy our future collapse
they will slowly plant triggers on our garden flowers
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As the fire warms my eyes
I cannot not burn myself
Inside
As the cold hands all my cries
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Thus, the rabbit was burnt in its rush
and thus
the lady in red was chopped off her heart
there are no avidly purple games among us
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Restrain
Things I need to obtain
A trust you want to gain
The things we both, apart, together crave
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Rings
rings of time and rings of solitude
rings of plenty and of richness
rings made of gold and rings made of charcoal
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Lead me to the theater babe
where we can finally pretend
what we are and what we love
the things we say we adore and all this stuff about “control”
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Clench the voices you cannot see
Kill the opaque portraits running down in me
Reject the victimized voices that you can hear
Listen to what inside us can truly disappear
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Thick fog
twirling among our legs
freezing our already numb feet
shards of glass stuck under our skin
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Clench the voices you cannot see
Kill the opaque portraits running down in me
Reject the victimized voices that you can hear
Listen to what inside us can truly disappear
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Loneliness
I ask from her to seek in me
to see in me
to free in me
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Like you can't see the curiosity beating behind your eye
Like I can't feel the anxiety of a need heating up your pace
Like I can't touch the sharpness sculpturing your frozen edges
Like I can't see that these cold edges invented warmness for me
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