past glued

I am. delivered. lived.

do not force me. Weeping only binds the feeble strangers

pestle all the shallow bones to sawdust straying over heavens purple shades

landed in the shadowed forest, bedded on a handfull of rosepetals

thoughts can burn so heavy in fragile hearts


I am. uncondonable.  born.

shivering before my own agenda i turn to see the glimmering light

never been kissed on mouth or cheek

brawly screaming at forgotten faces upon sowed paths never touched

as i wait. For the last train towards nostalgia.


copyright (c) by franziska dirnberger


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