Photos from my soon to be forgotten vacation. Komarno. 2011
Staring down, starring role
she nods along.
Myths that show
their meek and dirty smiles,
unfurling in your sweating
palms.
The bathroom tiles exhale and inhale
as I stand upon them, the pressure reaches
the radiating yet silent breaths
rushing, itching, nearer and nearer
the ticking, ticking click of the sore
and blunt tongue, shaded to a hot
chemically artificial pink
And she breathes,
she shakes
she shivers
she wins/
The bathroom is still.
Soviet manufactured 1983 tiles
(made in Estonia)
shatter, and break
and her bones shiver
and breathe.
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