Cold hands and pictures of a crane

Dancing blades of badly cut grass

Through which slowly moves a thin woman with wheat in her hands

Smooth shiny porcelain

You are looking into the kettle

At the twirling images of the stars

and dwarves and comets

And all those words shouted that one afternoon

Nights come earlier at this time

Twirling sparkles put squares in your brain

And they sizzle your heart

There was a happy devil sitting on a tree

Like in those old tales you used to hear

These glowing eyes follow you

As your father brings up the crime of your existence

Your head bending down

Behind the window, a black tree

Hiding in a corner

You cannot hide from yourself

Breathing walls of flesh

Is there comfort in listening to it

And Stars glimmer beneath your feet

Fish swim out of your eyes

You want to fall but you cannot

Walking on the oblivion

Outside the sunbeams burning the eyes

of passerbies

Rip your skin of your face

In hope you will find yourself

I never had saw such beauty

In a noose and red crimson

Like rasperries eaten during summer evening

in dense humid air

They let you live

Monsters hide everywhere

And under your ribs and skull

There are there, too

How to purify myself

You may wonder

Eternally red hands

Rainbow shone in crimson

And did you understood

Did you do anything

Screams from behind the walls

They will haunt you, haunt you

Dog rised high above

And a little girl in a dress

Made of pink fish gills

They move slowly, like waves

And mesmerize you

Cold tears on your cheeks

And rivers of thought

Yet nobody is there

Your divine plan succeded

And look, now

you are crawling through the baleen

peacefully humming a melody

I forgot what the words meant

I am sorry

I forgot

Falling on her knees

Concrete all around

Flowers bloom nearby

And there is

Beating on her chest

Heart does beat from inside

And

with her tiny fist

There's beating on her chest

From outside

Hurting knees on the ground

And peaceful sky

Flowers with petals so soft

She forgot how to see herself

Human, is it human

If it bleeds red

Animals do not bleed, they say

They release paint

And so she is beating, beating

To atone

Or because she is clearly

inhuman

On their knees, beasts fall

To show their inferiority

A beast and a monster

Dressed in human skin

Beastial feelings and urges

And beastial guilt

Inhuman weaknesses

Inhuman unproductivity

On the grey cold concrete

Bruised knees release paint

Flower petals twirl in the air

So white and soft

They go into her nose

In her ears

They filled her brain

They filled her lungs

Near a dumpster, sits a bird

Shiny eyes, so alive

Inhuman eyes

Moss slowly creeps up and up

Covers the inside of her mouth

There, there inside

Wanders a tiny deer

Looking up curiously

At what she has done