Monday, February 8, 2016

Peycho Kanev writes


The knife in my hand 
cuts the empty space

where unseen mouths 
gulp the air with endless 
I turn left and right 
swaying like a scarecrow 
in a haunted cornfield

Black clouds pass over me 
and I lay with my eyes closed

Never have I clung 
so fast to life

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