Kristina Krumova ______________________________ The Executioner The pieces of glass between my teeth intensify the bitter aftertaste while I sacrifice seventeen innocent petals hemlock in cahoots with my thighs I refuse to kneel in front of the irreversible The last breaths, impossible to count, sink deep in the decoction and transform into drops of blood The last beats of my bored heart fade away smothered between the speechless aggression of my other pieces of flesh and merge with the lynchings of the crowd If I decide to satisfy my own dying wish I will call to the bartender for one more of the same, please.
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