ribcage

Against the world


Cotton waves

Cover you slowly and softly,

You are bare and  insecure;

A delicate complexion will be covered with freeze and snow.

You feel the sheets sliding against your still wet body.

You are wrapped into a blanket,

Put on a hospital bet, and now you are being carried to the laboratory.

I remember your confused look

When they were taking you away and myself –

running next to the bed, holding you hand and having to let go as the laboratory door closed.

Your last scream “Don’t leave me alone!!!”

Will stay in my head and haunt me until I forget who I myself am.

Last words.

They continue living in your memory,

Activating the self-destruct mechanism

Set long ago deep inside the ribcage, which will go off

At the time when it is expected the least.

I will trigger the mechanism and push all the buttons.

We will continue shining and lighting everything up

Until the whole world is on fire.

Us against the fire.

Us against the world.

Absurdity of the windy vaccuum


Squeezing my heart with bare hands,

Trying to grasp the last sunlight of the day,

I can’t feel my feet touch the ground.

My ribcage is opened up

And my hand is wrist-deep inside;

I’m trying to stop the seizures

That the scorching tune of your voice makes me have

Everytime I hear it.

I turn hot, I turn cold;

I’m in the middle of a typhoon,

Not seeing a way out.

The absurdity of the windy vacuum I’m in

Brings the quiet words that you’ve once said.

They aren’t going away.

They tangle around my wrists

And push them deeper into the ribcage.

The seizures have stopped,

But I can’t let go of my heart;

I keep squeezing it until the vaccuum blurrs away

And I can’t hear your voice anymore.