Wednesday, 28 August 2013

They come

 

They come at night, they kill, they retreat. We stay under our beds, praying. Many hours later, our uncle opens the door. The street is empty. The next door neighbour's door bangs opened with the wind. Half the street is dead.

 

Monday, 26 August 2013

The void

The void follows her wherever she goes, she calls it her pet shadow. She has resigned herself to its company.

 

 

Friday, 23 August 2013

a young woman








A young woman in a foreign country seats on a sturdy chair. The view of the mountains: she cannot get use to them; she misses the flatness of her land. The phone rings, a male voice ask for her. Her spine creaks, she remembers. She breathes, hangs up and walks to the mountains.

Tuesday, 13 August 2013

A cloud






A cloud of blood descended upon her,
Thrusted her body into the wall,
Scattering her innards. 
Only her eyes remained.
 No tears, no words.
 Just blood.

Friday, 9 August 2013

H

Her world has no meaning, she declares -munching croissants drinking coffee

Thursday, 1 August 2013

Black bird

Black bird singing

Tree losing its leaves

Creaking path, noises, fogs, illusions

Don't come back, don't come back