Question

I left it all
somewhere
among rats
and rotten food
somewhere
among
dirty worms
eating
sweetbread
my
sweet
heart
I left it there
laid on a dinner table
covered
with white
wet
slippery
blanket
rats and worms
falling off
on the polished floor
on shiny ground
I left it all
in a small
empty room
with table
in a middle
white spot
and many
black
moving
dots
on top
I left it there
hidden
decomposing
struggling
to survive
If you ask me –
it’s not mine
it hasn’t been
there
when I came in
If you ask me –
it’s not me
it hasn’t been
puppet
with ropes
and leads
with emptiness
and smell
of
rotten food
If you ask me –
I won’t look
in your eyes
I won’t answer
I don’t want
to see
glimpse of myself
So, please
just
don’t ask me