touch of thoroughness
beauty is painful
I nurse nothingness
swaying sunflowers
meadows of blue, green, orange
loneliness, gunshot
intrigued by Kafka
Hedâyat dreams a blind owl
gloom, suicide by gas
she walks to the lake
the room of her own, futile
sinks in soundlessly
my artist sister
seized by demon bipolar
falls in love with death
she tramps the metro
train’s vacuum pulls her under
body remains whole
I fuse into fog
death has no rule over me
I’m already dead
© Azadeh Azad, 2010
