now broken
once again
by someone
invisible
encircling me
with shadows
that fall silent
before the storm
revealing
a cover of
fog
for you and I
to sink into it
sad slomi me
još jednom
neko nevidljiv
senkama
okruži me
pred oluju
se stiša
i razotkri
pokrov od
magle
da u nju
tonemo ti i ja
A Poem
my mom
told me
I'm no good
I still carry a
quilt and two pillows
in the threatening
rain
escaping someone
who's just left me
I drink poison
from a flask
then go to
the bathroom
to discover
tears
wetting my eyes . . .
