Anything To Forget Poem by Piotr Ploszaj

There’s no death of loved ones such that would not give despair
There’s no emptiness in itself which couldn’t be felt
There are no such attempts which would pass human

Just as

Death is a cold metallic nutcracker
I recognize her husks
Pain is poured poster paint around the navel
That which is a washed it will erode

Even windows - ravenous dogs which constantly suck the marrow
Out of incomprehensible solidification sunrise