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Painful feet

Agonizing journeys 

Stubborn roads

Sweaty memories 

High minds


Grounded debris 

Rotting surface 

Sprouting bodies

Ocean thoughts 


Watery whispers


Freezing hugs


Lucrative minds


Dripping pain


Melting gasps 


Floating bodies


Wet dreams


Rivery changes 


Splashing fabulations


Slowly disappearing futures


Washing off relations


Floating words


Dried out feelings


Sinking memories

A lady weeps.

She carries a trail of sorrows

Of women beaten by their loved ones.


A lady weeps all day,

For she cannot agree nor disagree,

Of how to set herself free.


A lady weeps,

Her mother too,

For the choices, they cannot control.


A lady weeps,

Withholding her wings,

One claims to love.


A lady weeps,

She does not understand,

How a woman tricks herself believe in miracles.

I remember experiencing your past. 


Through the stories, you have told me.


I remember being there.

With you, 

when a doctor cut off your umbilical cord.


I recall the moment of your childhood, 

When we played with neighbor kids. 

Your first time peeing in bed.


I remember laughing but the next day it happened to me as well.

We both carried our wooden swords when walking in the meadows.

I can still see you stepping into a cowshit.


Summers in countryside.


Awkward family gatherings, 

they kept on asking who we will become when we grow old.


I remember you wanting to be a doctor and me a dancer.

Then later I urged to be a doctor and you wanted to be a musician.


I bought a guitar for you.


The next summer you already played a ballad about stars.

I danced in the meadows.


I remember you getting your first pimple and me seeing my body change.

I started wearing a bra and you started smoking.


Do you remember my parents starting to fight and me running away for the first time?

I recall our conversations about adults being always busy.


Later you got your first job.

We celebrated in the meadows.

Our families were proud of you.


I started painting on the times you would work.


I remember us hiding our cigarettes,

running to smoke over concrete corners.


I remember you looking concerned.


You became more silent.


Last summer you forgot to take your guitar.

Meadows seemed more still.


Our gaze changed.

Next morning you chopped the head of a chicken.


I remember the first time I became scared of silence.

Something was changing.


We would not swim naked anymore.

Would not sleep in one bed.

Wouldn’t share the same spoon.


Slowly we were fading apart.


I remember you started to drink all sorts of booze.

Later being admitted to the hospital.


I did not dare to visit you.


I was afraid of the silence and screaming walls.

I fell into the world of fantasy and soon enough was found in the same ward.


We did not recognize each other.


You seemed older, though we were born at the same time.

We carried the same name but you made a new one.


I felt heartbroken and left.


Before flying, I went to the meadows.


I could still hear our laughter and your guitar notes.


I cried.

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My flesh begins to rot,

Composting into the soil.

Worms tickle feet,

Warmth surrounds my frozen body.

Agonizing pain will fade,

Sprouts will spring in my veins.

I will sink into the debris,

Resurrecting in another body,

A bag



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