don’t touch me please

don’t touch me please

the grenade of death ignites inside me and will not explode

the ruins around me are overgrown with emptiness and others are dying instead of me

these others (for some reason)crave life in a glass of metallic milk

these others are born and die alone, inhaling the smell of milky silence

don’t bother me please

give me your first gift (you never gave me anything)

give me your last gift (I gave you my tears and you didn’t know about it)

death is nothing more than a surprise box

death is nothing more than a nuclear bomb that will tear me to pieces

no need to pick up my pieces from the floor pleaseеееее

splinters of dreams cut the veins of silence in which the clock clicks

countdown and nuclear bomb will teach you how to fuck like in porn

countdown and nuclear dust will teach you water

because the future is water is spit flowing from the wall of a destroyed house

no need

the sun is so in vain that the snow doesn’t melt and the fingers are still dumb

an island of a concentration camp of thought is buried in an ocean of knowledge about the principle of nuclear fusion

no need to study science

after all even I am nobody needs and unknown to anyone

and no one is capable of knowledge while the unfinished house of life is being bombed

the cemetery guard reports:

for the past night in the cemetery:

no one died

no one was resurrected

he looks…

he looks at me with red eyes

he speaks invisibly and inaudibly

he asks and doesn’t know what to ask for

I look at his face and upper body

I look at his torso cut across by a shrapnel

I forget that I have eyes and that I need to breathe

our lips don’t move

we’re talking forever

End of hi-story

1

the first day since the end of world history quietly ended

2

red birds are still silent in the invisible void

red birds peck the grainy despair of the cemetery

red birds knock on the window of a bombed house

3

kittens died inside the belly

mother cat died inside the womb of the planet

4

warmly

coldly

birds

without feathers

without wings

without beak

without eyes

without a body

nothing

nowhere

warm cold of nuclear winter

cold warmth of late autumn

eternal autumn in the joints of the prison

tightness bleeds

5

the cage of reality is torn

forever