Mykyta Ryzhykh

*** my throat is sandy yellow on the outside my throat inside is sandy crumbly who and to whom prays during the heat whose deity will be a mirage

*** bones of golden leaves silently pray for help from a deaf forester

1 the lonely grove grew for the dead here glass of grave drowned in died grass and everywhere red rederry instead green greenery

*** the blind dream will end this time with an endless night

***   Prostitutes are much preferable to spouses After all, according to tradition, immediately after the wedding, women are killed by sewing up their vaginas, and men are usually sent to war (War blooms crystal: war for men: forced homosexuality or forced homophobia?)

My boy   my boyfriend says that he only falls in love with geniuses and I fall asleep in the crotch of a crossroads during silent rain drops speak of the important and insignificant as if about the unborn сhrist

*** You were not born yet, so sleep. You will be lulled by the winds of wandering on the rocks of the future.