I forge from anger and blood
a pair of paranormal cutters
I chant a forest fire
to take care of the roots
I sprinkle salt on top
to make it last
28/12/2020
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I drill so deep into my body
that I'm nowhere
The world around me is buzzing
I can't find words from the dark
I can't find you
I can't find myself
I touch my body
it's here
with me
16/12/2020
meat suit
i stand in a dark room
not knowing whether it's a hall or a wind box
under a lamp
on the right stands an adult
left a child
both are me
heel, back, occiput
the zippers are open
feels like i hover
the adult runs away
the child looks back
straight into my eyes
directly into me
bottomless white eyes
grinning razor teeth
pull me to them like pulling from a rope
time is distorted
i'm in rooms where no one is
outside my bodies without
the lowest layer of clothing
without me
11/12/2020
Concealed violence
less manipulated
I was never silenced
I grew up silent, on my own
into the noisy world
30/10/2020
Numb
Someone left the last cord unconnected
the static of the television fills my mind
I don't recognize my own reflection from the mirror
I touch my face and take notice
of my body's empty echo
The volume control recovers from a loose connection
my body has teleported to the bathroom
- I find myself watching the scene unfold from the corner of the ceiling
instead of the floor
Tinnitus
I drift back to sleep
which is my life
Marked
- ⛶ Book 1: Henkäys 71
- ⛶ haiku 17
- ⛶ you-poetry series 7
- ⛶ i-poetry series 6
- ⛶ naked thought 5
- ⛶ queer 2
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Number of poems still to be translated
- fi 515