“Oh, you lovely handful of dust,
don’t you know it?
I love you
forever.”

-

I was born in love
with storm,
galloping clouds...
With autumn leaves
dancing in the air.

I didn’t cry.
- I howled.
I howled
my fear away.

Look mother
- just a pup
but
so hungry already.
- For fair fights,
moonlit nights.
For truth
- beautiful and heavy.

“When you first looked at me”, she says,
“I knew... I knew then.
I’ve given birth
to a she-wolf.
To the death of me.

To a hurricane.”

-

I don’t like cowboys
with their stupid lassos
and their fake, little anger.

Oh please, momma’s boys!
What do you know
about bleeding and fighting?

Just make sure
your big, gold guns
shine nicely
in the sun.

Give me an artist
if you truly want to
bring me to my knees
and terrify me.

Give me flesh
that understands
what miracles
pain can perform.

Someone
mad enough
to run
among wild horses.

-

My mortality
lying on top of me
tonight.
Heavy
and limp
and hot.

I guess,
it’s fair to say
I’ve given my life
to rock ’n’ roll.
I worshiped
pure fire
in the strangest of temples.

I used
these black wings
properly.
To the last feather.

-

If you only knew
how I miss your skin.

If you only could hear
the prayers I dare to say...

-

We carry
that flickering light
in our stubborn hearts...
- Most probably
forever.
We choose
wild beaches,
untrodden paths,
souls- bleeding and full of
wailing demons.

Women like me
love winter
and all of its creatures.
We understand the beauty
of never-ending hunger.

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