05 11 2016, Brussels

What to do.
No one is there anymore to hide your doubts
behind
Rather exposed
Alone
But maybe less alone than usual
You'd Never Know It
Something has been passed through
Is being passed through
This must be why there is so much pain
Can we make it?
Will you still be there
Will I still be there beside you
Will we be unrecognizable to the other
Or will we find ever more love beyond this pain
Which I feel and maybe you share
Nonsense pain felt anyway
Inexplicably as weight and doubt and fear
Let me be rid of you but not lose the one I love

09 2016, Brussels/Ljubljana

empathy for the bloody countess
melancholy and bestiality
(beasts do not have language)
the Red of the bloody countess,
to kill all those girls
and for each one to be I.
All bodily
“girl monster”
(rise from the dead)
return to
a torrent of words.