The baby Ivaylo

I stared at a jar

Small white clouds

Trapped in glass

Let them fly away

With my secrets

I was still alive

Softly wiping the hair from my eyes

Everything hurt

Was it enough to admit the lie

The air hung still and their boots echoed

The soldiers approached

I hid behind a large tree

We have one who is much prettier


A trail of mushrooms spilled behind me

To the cold cellar

Have you chosen her name yet?

I shook my head

Closed my eyes

Waited for the sound of Death's key

words by Ruta Sapeteys


Created with images by the6thm0nth - "sea" • 7th Army Training Command - "U.S. and German training at Exercise Freedom Shock"

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