Poetry from Mykyta Ryzhykh

Time in the heat

This bird is hidden in a box,

And inside, between the ribs, death lies in a cage.

I never knew how to fly,

Like a black kitten drowned in a pool of tiger blood.

Time flows from the wall.

This puddle of timelessness evaporates like the music of freedom.

Serenity

When did you first see porn?

When did you first hear a nightingale sing?

It was summer, and snow fell in my lungs. Like fluff.

It didn’t hurt, because everything was new.

I died inside my head. Your name lives there.

You’ve forgotten me, and you have the right to oblivion.

You never knew my name.

This eternal winter in my cemetery.

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