Pilferer of Thorns – Iulia Halatz

 

There comes a day

when gaiety

and ruling stars

are not enough…

Yet I plunge into

the satisfaction of

hologram happiness.

 

I am slave no more

to my self-deprecation

I am slave no more

to the pilgrimage of water

and the tiny gem of a moon

witness to

all my erroneous choices…

 

My skin is scaly

and cold

I do not fit

this shifting sands world

I believe in landslides…

 

A half mermaid

and half tree goddess

can lead

a turbulent sun-ridden dominion

to the end

of want and pain.

 

We are prisoners

to promiscuous light

and innocent dark

enlivened by fair-featured

butterflies caught in

a smock of diffuse glint…

They loved the light

and died.

 

The core of the day

envisions what

lies above

the acme of temerity:

undiscovered

undeciphered

unfathomable

festering

Glee…

I keep it under

layers of boiling

lava

and grope for it

with bare hands.

 

With burned fingers

and asbestos hearts

We receive response

from the insouciant night:

the indigo skies glimmered

with stars

and the trees and grasses

slaving

for the summer wind.

 

“Writing is an Iron Tale, must be tough and sincere to the core of human perception of pain as valor. I am the grumpy T-Rex who started writing out of pain, not because of a polished world. Writing out of love is painless and herbivore. As we sometimes taste blood, ours or others’. Nevertheless, some words are so expensive that we are better left with them unspoken or write them with the ink of a Ghost…” She is a teacher, small entrepreneur and cyclist.

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