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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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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Crowns
Made of charcoal
Blackness
Tar
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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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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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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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Across some hearts
venomed arrows
penetrate any bones that may had survived
with their walling as they were enclosing this precious detail
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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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When my hands are drenched
sunken in nervous tremor
and sweet languor
my dry throat
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Beats
I cannot pull my mind back together
nor myself
and if I ever saw my heart
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With blackened shards of glass
I rake up your wound
and this hypocritically unpretentious trauma you born
how salacious it is!
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Have we forgotten
the things we never wanted?
Have we sunk
in the deep cold water
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Stuck
between the poisoned grey trees
the poison flows inside their rings
if I cut them in two
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Send your thoughts
to the obituary of the silent echoes
carefully folded to a faulty package
expensively and dearly selected
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The red lines of the sea, bloodstained to me
subside before the hypothermia
of thousands crystal eyes
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