The show must go on

I wander, dream, and live. My memories can guide me and I often share them with Insomnia, a friend of mine. The lock is broken, the closet is ajar, she creeps, we look at photos in my lucid sleep and give each other a tired tweak. And then another friend joins in. His name is…

Enough

I’ve spent years thinking I wasn’t enough beautiful clever good I’ve had enough family burdens social pressure fake relationships I’ve had enough tears guilt clouds on sunny days And now I’ve had enough of their chains (no matter how hard I try to cope with their age and her addiction, guilt traps me) his depression…

Hello, 2022!

Another second, day, and year. 202… and the rest I am just guessing. Looking, thinking, drinking. Time, stop – take a selfie, and put a “wrinkle” filter. Smile! Keep the screams inside in Drafts. More angels, black tears. Tragedies, beers. But also more happiness, five years! The thing that makes me live, my 5th gear….

Vaccination

She is vaccinated but there’s still a virus inside her soul. His attacks of inconsistency and dissatisfaction suffocate her. Always second. They are like two antibodies equipped with indifference. Anti each other. Her relief is her dreams where she gets her IV of love. Will she find a real cure?

Holes

What has more potholes than our roads? His moods, her soul. When they drive together, the road feels bumpy. She wants sometimes to hit him and bury him in a nice 6ft hole. But to avoid spending the rest of her life in a hole, she digs herself into a hole of silence. Better than…

Earth ’21, I do!

I think of falling leaves, hay, thistle. The Earth has put some yellow makeup and I often spy on her. Shapes, aroma, harvest, whistle. But this is not enough. I want some more. To feel. So I jump into her salthy water, sunshine, greenery, and heat. Freedom! Memories hit me. 2021. It’s quite sweet. Bitter…

One Hour

One hour, 60 minutes, 60 pieces of my heart. They crash. Silence. Then a cacophony follows. The big hand gets caught into the chaos and my clock is about to stop. Ticking moments, waisted seconds. Flasing screens, no words. A world of fake entertainment, tags, alienation. I, II, III, IV. Forgotten numbers. We can’t even…

A woman of many talents

I’m a woman of many talents. You see? I’m great! I play the clown, a stand-up comedian… the good news is that it’s on my expense. Get a table, here’s a coupon for my show. I like to put myself down… one day I won’t be able to pull myself and stand up. Look at…

Feel

I feel empty. People’s existence is a mere carnival of ugly arrogance, psychological weaknesses, and rushed choices – a parade of monsters. At the same time, we all have hidden treasures: dreams, empathy, and love – like candy floss at a fair. This controversy makes me confused and empty. I feel pain. My body is…

Princess

A bit of purple. Like in the song we like. And then a bit of fuchsia. And even tootpaste. Like a clown. My face is like a cheetah with a million coloured spots. I walk in my pyjamas. A grotesque protest. If was an empress, these would be my new clothes. With holes, invisible but…