Poetry from Mykyta Ryzhykh

They have banned GMOs in some places and are feeding me pesticides in the corpses of fruits

They came to my home and said that war is my homeland

Who are they? They are trying to bring me to death with the agony of despair

They won’t let me die in peace

They don’t even let me have sex get AIDS and hang myself

According to journalists, freedom is the destiny of those who fight

According to politicians I can’t be free to choose sex and parties

Throat cut by pink triangle with stars of David

The corpses of black migrants constantly float up in the clouds

The impotent importance of my house swells and will not burst

Europe falls asleep drunk on cheap alcohol with cocaine tears stuck to a torn cheek

No one wanted to fuck the hairy ass

The apartment is soaked with lonely sperm

He moved like a snake that saw a cute bunny

But everything around me was lonely

His long hair stuck to his sweaty shoulders

He stroked his buttock and looked out the window

You could see the whole yard through the glass

For example lovers were blatantly kissing near the entrance

Meanwhile the lights in the apartment went out

Out forever

I want to get burned by your hot dick and have everything around burn in the dark

every time I take my breath away at the sight of your lips and as before I want to kiss your cloud of body

the stars are spying on us but we are still at a distance from each other

the metal of your eyelashes hides your eyes and I’m trying to understand what’s hidden in your gaze

I’m waiting for a call I’m waiting for a look I’m waiting for a text message I’m waiting for a dick pic

meanwhile the years pass and I grow my roots into the grave soil

the house turns into a stomach that digest me

the burger blood of my body spreads across the parquet of time

I’m waiting for your arrival to me and your sweet words (I don’t even wait for intimacy or love anymore)

I sacrifice the silence of my home to you but you are silent

The river stays constant

Ophelia isn’t here anymore

There is no more poetry

I give you silence but you scream

the blade is in my hands for sure but you are very confused

I’m cutting your throat like bread

I need to feed on something other than hate

the sky above is blue like no one died

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