Kristina Krumova The Executioner

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.