Poetry from Mykyta Ryzhykh

the silence of the unspoken word in the minefield of freedom

we fight for love and die for a dignified death

shot up house feels homeless

you fuck in the basement to the sounds of sirens and explosions

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You are snow therefore you are water

You are slipping through my fingers

You are the air I breathe

You are the poison that takes my breath away

You are the numb rain that washes my tears

You are everything to me and you are nobody to me

You live a thousand miles away inside my head

Your name is night and I am drowning in the darkness of your lighthouse

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bird drinks blood from a wound

і fall asleep in the glass grass

summer takes me into its cradle

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resolve only the war in the body of nature

birth and death are bloodier than ever before

due to a broken leg (who?) manages to urinate only on leg

because of a broken soul (who?) manages to cry involuntarily

the kitten inside the mother’s belly swims like a fish

the kitten does not know that he will be born a predator

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