şiir #0 - şubat yirmialtı, ikibinyirmidört, pazartesi saat sabah altısıfıryedi, kadıköy, istanbul.


the inevitable comes to my door and knocks it with malicious intent

broadcasts stop and the radio falls into silence too


out of frame a shadowy hand orchestrates my downfall as i can only manage to catch glimpses of him through the reflection on the window of a storefront


men that should be in suits wraps themselves in comfortable and friendly garments while starving for live human flesh and i am fully awake as i watch them dine again and again


dancers break their legs for a chance of salvation


i'm at the center of it all but at the same time it isn't about me


not at all

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