Trafika Europe 11 - Swiss Delights

Mariella Mehr

a face grows slowly, fills out, green sparkling eyes touch the edge of infinity which is black and full of depth. the face is cut in sharp lines and mercilessly strict. blades that drill through my body. disectionknifeface. someone screams. it sounds as if someone screamed through a wall of cotton, green sparkling eyes devour my heart, suck themselves fast on my middle, drain off my fear. warden of another time. the lips are strange and without warmth. scars cover leather-red skin, create roads, furrows, gorges, which my awareness does not dare to explore. the scars grow rampant in me. deep within me whimpers a child. these scars grow toward the child like snakes. they will suffocate it if i don’t watch out. a david-fight between here and there.

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