First Language, The Internationalist…

No, English isn’t my first language,

perhaps that affects my writing now.

Indeed.

As far as I recall,

the first words I spoke

in this life-form

were neither Russian nor German

but babyish gibberish.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Blissful Seconds, Perfidious Mind & Others…

Immediately before, during and after climax,

when I have no control,

ecstatic for the moment,

a cascade of negative images,

faces,

hurts and enemies,

floods through my mind’s eye.

…

Utter violation,

perverted blasphemy.

…

It’s distressing

and

depressing

to be assaulted thus

in a private moment of bliss.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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