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The forceps scratch the chitin
The insect knows how to endure
My six limbs are numb
I screamed like a newborn
Above the head of the tree I saw my mother
I asked my mother why my toys only have two limbs
Mom didn’t answer anything apparently because I’m no longer a child
Suddenly a white dove flew off a branch
Who would have thought that hungry pigeons eat everything?
I was born to be eaten
This poem first appeared on Moonday Magazine
© Mykyta Ryzhykh
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| 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.
