Poezja

Lying in congealed blood.
You cannot wipe off the stigma.
Moon still shines.

A blitz sends a chilling
message. It is what
it was not.

The narcissism was on
rise. The center was always
in you, falling in love.

Perfectly in disharmony.
A snake eating itself
in great joy. Do you?

Just walk with me.
Don't say anything. We will
enter the black hole together.