you conveyed to me
that women give
and men take
and I saw the abyssal shadow
these verbs contained
curled-up cancers
*
you took from me
because you tried to take back
what life had stolen from you
or what you had given up without knowing its true worth
and I’d pay its price with my life
*
war did not stop at a time and place
*
numbers don’t indicate an end
*
adults stuffed my body with their belongings
because they knew that death has a no-luggage policy
*
when I write
all my ages come together
*
and what they declared to be the end
has only been the beginning for me
*
they were the recipients of your self-idealisation
and I of your repressed demons
your audience didn’t speak this ancient language
I resent what floats on the surface
and denies the abysmal depth beneath
the cold underlying degeneration
aborted from the sunlight
*
you only dared to come to me in dreams
but was it truly me you were subjected to in there
*
one word cannot encapsulate every infinitesimal nuance
one word can be very misleading
and I watched and listened
how harshly people judged others to death
for tendencies and images nurtured within themselves
that they pretended to be inexistent
that they considered harmless and ineffectual
not the same thing at all
infinitesimal
but others deserved the gargantuan one word
that kills the everyday nuance
and they’d never be able to love fully
because they’d take themselves apart
binned certain parts
and blew others out of unbelievable proportion
Croque-Melpomene 