Fot.  Kacper Kubryński

About a girl

Someone wrote "doesnt make sense"

below my poem.

Right. It's hard to find meaning in

loneliness.

Present like emptiness.

Hurting like absence.

I was dreaming of a little girl.

Someone was blowing into her face.

Cigarette smoke.

The air is full of ghosts.

Life is full of corpse.

And for you, little  girl, it would be best

to disappear

Then

Surely

Someone

Will

Love

You

So much!

So much...

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(Translation by Eva Patzelt)

Noemi Susenbach

nemezis.me