Three serious poems by Mykyta Ryzhykh

 

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Three serious poems

 

A stolen holocaust lies under the pillow

The air is saturated with the unspoken and unspeakable

 

The feet fall into the slippers and stick into the cemetery

The morning coffee is as hot as the body of a freshly killed migrant

 

I don't want to jerk off in the morning at all

It's scary just to imagine what is happening outside the window

 

reprint by Lucky Lizard Journal

 

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Every morning I pull out the hair on my head

Every evening I dream of shaving my head

Every night I expect that I will catch a cold and die

 

Meanwhile pigeons are walking along the windowsill

Shadows of people who will never come enter the apartment

The sand castle of time becomes overgrown with despair

 

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My body doesn't want to change for me

Although I really want to change for the sake of your love

 

Friday comes and you leave my life forever

Bruises black from dumbbells are covered with tears

 

A torn gym pass is lying by the door

And above the door hangs a noose for the masculine throat

© Mykyta Ryzhykh

Mykyta Ryzhykh

Mykyta Ryzhykh, an author from Ukraine, now lives in Tromsø, Norway. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2023 and 2024. He’s published in many literary magazines іn Ukrainian and English: Tipton Poetry Journal, Stone Poetry Journal, Neologism Poetry Journal, Shot Glass Journal, QLRS, The Crank, Chronogram, The Antonym, Monterey Poetry Review, Five Fleas Itchy Poetry and many others.

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