Falling Asleep in the Arms of Victimhood

It is a dead end.

To be cast into the mould

Of a victim and

Stay there and

Grow comfortable,

In need of cotton wool.

The air will run out.

Growth will shatter.

Self-awareness reduced to ashes.

Identity forced into a corset,

A red flag.

The forever fetal state

A revolt in a seating position,

An unseen face,

A frightened heart,

An immediate system shutdown.


The ejection into the world

Happens for a reason.

Don’t fall asleep before

Having been awake.


Resting Zorka” by József Rippl-Rónai (1861-1927)


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