❦ Belladonna ❦
A raven lands on my wing with the devil's cherry blossom in its mouth
I inhale the poisonous odor of the flower from my spinal cord
My wheezing breath reads poetry to me, whispered in a woman's voice,
On the bridge under the shadow of death.
The poetry of humanity that created gods and then killed them,
Like the lines of a character playing God in Kierkegaard's lucid dream
A stabbing pain stabs you in the center of your chest.
Your pupils bleed,
Your ears bleed,
Your hands bleed after you create them.
That's why you know all the things you claim you don't know.
That when you run away, you will fall into the lap of fate like an angel who committed suicide in the mountains of Pompeii
Even though the death butterfly reminds you of death, you know that you will never die and that tomorrow will begin again.
5800x7000 px 300 dpi 2022
