Dark Story
You’re far away and I hear you singing
a stuttering song
of the ones you love
bloody songs with abscesses and tumors.
Birds poke on your face
snakes lurk in your eyes
I’ll come to drink your sickly kisses
convince you with heinous games.
I know of a train destined for nowhere,
a bus that will take you away, I know
the music that blows up mountains,
I know the red fish that will devour you.
Manolis Aligizakis 