Trafika Europe 11 - Swiss Delights

Mariella Mehr

daylight drips drop by drop into my mind. i don’t want to wake up. let me stay in the petrifaction of the night, don’t you see that i am not capable of living, that the day corrupts me. i don’t want the flowers which your day scatters over my grave, nor the sun which you poured over me. let me have the rocks at the roadside so that my heart can rub itself raw on them. allow the black birds their flightpath above me to the north. allow me at least the dying and the certainty that i will never have to return. let me have the breath of the night so that it may freeze me. allow me the finality of this destruction.

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