_Death of an innocent intruder_ I got these roses for free because they reached their “expiration date” and could not be sold anymore at the supermarket. “Give them to your girlfriend”. Involuntary joke. So they died, not wanted and not wished, on my living room table.
_Seek help_ Seek help to get out. Seek help to let in. Seek help to get in. Seek help to let out. Seek help because nothing lasts but could have.
_Not every man, always men_ The night keeps them awake. Shaking. Crying eyes into nothingness. Unpronounceable words, untouchable skin. Invisibly mutilated, unrecognisable. Windows are closed, nobody sees.
_They are looking at us_ 130 billion (130,000,000,000) animals are killed every fucking year The industry of meat and diary in short: . 18% of the world's CO2 production . 75% of agricultural land . 90% of the Amazon rainforest . 70% of fresh water . 70% of plastics in oceans Everything else is just bullshit
_Sack_ Family, kids, job, bills, sex, pets, love, car, clothes, food, vacation, status, health, debts, friends, things, school, money…
_Prison_ Laws are, by definition, behind people’s moral rules. The first only change when the second are already long changed.
_Perspective_ Old abandoned shelter. Ancestral jail. “They are just animals”
_Dependency_ You’re like milk and coffee: once together it’s impossible to distinguish one from the other. Be like oil and water.
_Bench protagonist_ I don’t wanna stay here anymore Playing the part for myself alone Lonely actor for a first line me-audience I wanna smash the silent glass I wanna cut the veil Naked before everyone’s eyes No shame, no guilt, no fault I show myself. I wanna see myself.
_Suspended animation_ Not on earth, not in the sky. Not alive nor dead.
_The negative one_ Too sensitive, too weak, too afraid, too depressed, too affectionate, too lonely, too scared, too unlucky, too much.
_Work-out_ Like quicksand, a chicken coop ladder. Cold panting, frozen sweat. Sun, eventually.
_Shell_ Wounds healer, yet decay’s father. Irrecoverable, wrists fugitive. Annihilator.
_Motherhood_
_You serious?_ A raven approaches a crow: “I don’t like you, you’re too black”.
_Play louder_ Suffocating screams of silence. Hands to ears, hands to throat. Wishes of melting into stone. Sublimating. Artificial survival, passions’ death.
_Dissonance_ My “me”, your “you”. “Sorry” as kickoff. Open heart against close fists. My core, black on white. Eyes closed. Fingers on me. A view on a dark hole centered on my chest. A hazy winter day as something better.
_Waiting for the sun_ Thousand ways, thousand trains. Gonna work, gonna fail. Never driver. Always guest. Rails pushing the boat adrift. Guts, ropes, wind, thoughts.
