Tatiana Mihai Poems

it sounds strange
when you're alone
to hold on
to time
...

absconded by desire
captiously entertaining
lavishly spending
your whole self
...

that's the amount
my mum used to drink
every morning
before going
...

in your belly
the earth is moving
circular rotating
around you
...

just parading the nightmare
that got stuck in my eyes
like a broken toy
with its twisted limbs
...