I can leave this stinky maze
when ingestion has turned its phase.
I ooze between limp tripe
and creep along… gripe… gripe…
A cup is filled to the brim.
Vermiculation wraps the rim.
I don’t care how… bile or chyme…
No one can absorb the brand of Cain.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015
My freak show,
My house of throe,
My leper colony… parking for hearses.
I loose a stop-brace,
I pretend ‘Poker face’,
I click on the file ‘My non-finished verses’.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
It is a clutter in my room.
It is pitch darkness in my shed.
And like a fetus inside a womb
The viper curled up on my bed.
Its black forked tongue, long and thin…
I never tell this. I elide.
One hundred vipers bite my skin.
But only one can bite inside.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
unbolt me 