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I’ve read that someone condemned to death says or thinks, an hour before his...
– from Crime and Punishment, by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Untitled by Halina Poswiatowska
a splinter of my imagination
sometimes flares up from a word
and sometimes from the smell of salt
and I feel under me
the ship shift from foot to foot
and the ocean is immeasurable
without any shore
secure in a shell of wood
I am wonderfully free
I love no one
and nothing
I saw the light...
“I’m not as sad as Dostoyevsky, I’m not as clever as Mark Twain, I’ll only buy a book for the way it looks, And then I stick it on the shelf again.”
Rest in peace to the strangest man I’ve known…
Kissing and running, kissing and running away.
I was listening to the rain, I was hearing something else.
Red
“How profound you are,” he scoffed.
I knew where this was going so I kept my mouth shut. He had given me a ruby pendant. We were both silent as he handed me the black box.
“You do realize you have just exposed your entire being to me with this exchange,” I joked.
When he looked up, his eyes shone with tears. I smiled.
Months later, I lost the ruby necklace in the sea....
Herr God, Herr Lucifer,
Beware.
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
Excerpt from “Lady Lazarus” - Sylvia Plath