Monster


I am a woman obsessed.

I conjure, I divine, I foresee —

I am rejected by all.

Exhume the body, call on the night!

Beat heart, bleed! Breathe life, breathe soul

Into these old, dry, and dusty bones.

Restore the spark, the life’s blood.

It drips through hollow halls and echoes

In these darkened, stilled chambers.

It beats, it breathes, it wakes — it’s alive!

A shell of what it once was,

Of what he could have been.

Dead eyes, dead lips, and dead heart:

Alive but not living —

Talking but not speaking —

Kissing but not loving —

I am a woman obsessed.

All my arts shall drain my energy.

I am the monster; I am captured.

I am a woman obsessed.

[Almaty, Kazakhstan]

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