Poetry from Mykyta Ryzhykh

1

The sky won’t be blue anymore

The water will turn red like a vociferous silence

Stars will explode and give birth to a new galaxy

The grass will start to grow back

You are so beautiful in decay that everyone is waiting for your death

The night is already tiptoeing towards you

The main thing is to die beautifully and smile at a stranger with the face of death

The main thing is to die

2

Nobody knows how loneliness turns into a wheel burning in bony windows

Everyone knows how quiet bones are silent in the sky at night

What are we trying to forget?

Who are we trying to remember?

3

Do not sing

Do not say

Do not listen

Don’t look

Don’t breathe

I died inside the sadness of your belly

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