Poetry Drawer: Untitled by Mykyta Ryzhykh

where is the sky from
where are the drops of silence from
where are the freckles of the mirror from
where are the human silhouettes of the scream from
where are the silent indignations of the apple wind from
where are the woollen night milky lips of the cemetery from
under my iron blanket-eyelid

cycle of return
grass sings
glass hurts
bones crunch
ears shrink
leaves cry
hands pray
bush rises
and forest opens autumn rain

the birds’ needles go to sleep
in the cherry tree and they wake up
on the branches of falling leaves

the look opened the night cries
so the pupils meet another dead suicide

my hands dream
of dying
as a hydrangea

sleep
can’t sleep
quiet
don’t keep quiet
speak
lips are dry
drink
river is dry
eat
stomach burst
die
it’s too late the cemetery is asleep

Mykyta Ryzhykh has been nominated for Pushcart Prize. Published many times in the journals Dzvin, Dnipro, Bukovinian magazine, Polutona, Tipton Poetry Journal, Stone Poetry Journal, Divot journal, dyst journal, Superpresent Magazine, Allegro Poetry Magazine, Alternate Route, Better Than Starbucks, Littoral Press, Book of Matches, TheNewVerse News.

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