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Disrespected,

abused,

dejected,

screwed,

neglected.

Unrequited love,

cascading unmet needs,

I cut my toenails

until I bleed.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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Yesterday’s revolution.

Today’s memory.

Tomorrow’s disappointment.

Counteractive forces

play their part.

(Alas, they tear out my heart!)

And we are back

at square one.

… Some say

there is nothing new under the Sun.

Revolution indeed.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

I woke up this morning

and it wasn’t yesterday,

alas,

instant headache.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

It’s the most natural thing in the world,

he said,

to kneel on the soft, grassy ground.

… Indeed…

Still, your knees peel,

bleed.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Anniversary’s are hard.

Yes, they keep you in touch,

like picking at a scab makes you bleed.

Pain rekindled.

And

they remind you of how little you’ve progressed.

And how fucked-up you really are (as they say).

Alas!

Remiss…

Blood and piss.

I guess it depends what your anniversary is.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Yes, things suck, I quite agree,

but it’s hard to imagine it being

any

other

way.

So, let me be…

In relative peace

and comparative security.

…Pseudo-free.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

Another day,

another pain.

Another week,

another bleak

outlook,

visceral pain,

as you watch your life gurgle away

down a clogged

bathroom drain.

Blood and hair,

existential despair.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

S/he talks a little,

detached, perfunctory,

I reply sufficiently

(no more).

I have no desire for a thaw,

I still hurt,

my wounds are open,

bleeding, …

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Compromised,

Decimated,

You struggle to speak,

Burevestnik.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Everyday,

perfidy.

And all the forgiveness you can muster

will not change what has been,

the evil committed,

the pain you feel every single day.

What is gone

and what is left.

The more you dig,

the bigger the hole.

Betrayed by family,

diminished humanity.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat