The room - Jessie Kleemann

In the silent grey darkness of the room

you stand

like a ghost by the window beside my bed

acting like a dead with my already stiff limbs

that has become blue beating forth and back

and searching after my body

I'm not here

not at all

I'm just watching like a little mosquito

flying around round and around

trying to find a place to land myself to

suck blood

some more blood

I want to stay alive!

In the grey which is not light

of smells and sounds

you cut through this frame of body

which seems to be mine

you cut me up slowly, flense me like an animal

you have caught

you take my heart, my lungs, liver

yes everything you take away that should keep me alive

I am your animal, your prey

which you later on

like a big man

shares proudly with others in need

oh, you are such a big man

I am not here

I am just dreaming and during the days I invent lies

to keep myself alive

I get really good at keeping myself alive

During the nights my flesh is being cut into pieces

bits to bits

slowly I rot in your stomach

consumed and devoured

untill I come out of the other end

evilsmelling like dead garbage no one ever wants to touch

Now the room is too bright

and the sun is shining

I must blind and brick up the window

shut the world out

the smells and sounds

gather my cut pieces together and see

if I can at least get my body functioning again

Where is my little mosquito which

flies round and around?

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Jessie Kleemann (born 1959) Greenland (now lives in Denmark)

Translated by the author

Source: LyrikLine