Killing Time Poem by Katerina Val

Brother, should I trust again?
But I shall sink in my special distrust
there I can fold though pain
there, the things freeze and get solid
better than those I have, sacrificed to dust

And my body is the cage
there I can kill some time
and hide the things that never age
there, I can cross any line
and still be fine
between the grey lines of my shade
I hide a scream, the grief, the pain

I feel busy therefore
I try, to shake my character through shards I cannot put back
I feel easy though
each time I break, I forget to hide the hurt behind their back

Indifferent cold heart

Behind a shudder I try to laugh
for I still have so many cracks to crack
for a drowned the strangle is never clear enough
for a hung the rope is too short to end his luck
for my hysteria, a reason is never a good reason to stop

Good times are going to be sent to you
but if you invest a little less than they expect
bad breaths are going to reach you, hit you
eat your soul
is, there, any kind of control?
they are going to take out all the things you had to ignore

Heart, hung and drown in waters that stagnate

Killing good signs
frost behind these broken untidy lines
hurt is not that fine when the razor is too tired
to pay attention to you

Hide me in the last line
I'll cry, you' ll cry, I cry
It is you turn to cry
but we' ll still be fine.