{"id":15913,"date":"2025-09-15T08:35:00","date_gmt":"2025-09-15T06:35:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=15913"},"modified":"2025-09-15T08:35:00","modified_gmt":"2025-09-15T06:35:00","slug":"poems-by-mykyta-ryzhykh-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=15913","title":{"rendered":"poems by Mykyta Ryzhykh"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>***<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>bones of golden leaves<\/p>\n<p>silently pray for help<\/p>\n<p>from a deaf forester<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>***<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>a girl with the name of nails scratches the air<\/p>\n<p>collecting endless water in her palms<\/p>\n<p>colors end and the black toothed night knocks gray<\/p>\n<p>on the pale back of the head<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>the girl turns around and sees<\/p>\n<p>a city that doesn&#8217;t exist<\/p>\n<p>a childhood that doesn&#8217;t exist<\/p>\n<p>a past that doesn&#8217;t exist<\/p>\n<p>a world that doesn&#8217;t exist<\/p>\n<p>a peaceful bird sky that doesn&#8217;t exist<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>the hands of trees<\/p>\n<p>and the hopeful glances of flowers<\/p>\n<p>barely touch the vomit of rain<\/p>\n<p>the hair of grass and girls gets sulfurs wet<\/p>\n<p>everything around is splitting<\/p>\n<p>the nut of freedom is splitting<\/p>\n<p>guns are knocking on broken vaginas and homeless windows<\/p>\n<p>the newspaper birds are circling about poverty<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>and the girl has grown up<\/p>\n<p>and the girl no longer has a name<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>***<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>He left at night while the bushes slept<\/p>\n<p>He cooled down and remained in the tactile foliage<\/p>\n<p>Daddy went to war unnoticed like a feather<\/p>\n<p>Daddy didn&#8217;t say a word and rose like a haze to the clouds<\/p>\n<p>The everlasting emptiness poured out<\/p>\n<p>But outside was already full of bones of emptiness<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>***<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>R rrr<\/p>\n<p>R r<\/p>\n<p>R 0 ma<\/p>\n<p>There<\/p>\n<p>her<\/p>\n<p>Zer0<\/p>\n<p>Zero<\/p>\n<p>Roma<\/p>\n<p>Mama<\/p>\n<p>Father<\/p>\n<p>Zero<\/p>\n<p>Eros<\/p>\n<p>Thanatos<\/p>\n<p>Raw<\/p>\n<p>War<\/p>\n<p>R rrr<\/p>\n<p>R r<\/p>\n<p>My daughter is writing her letters in the copybook incorrectly again.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>***<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The suicide alphabet letters break off from the tip of the speech into a maple cry. And the tongue weaves a mess of sounds that are born every time to die. Silence is crossed with talking and the smoked air hurts like meat. Everything around is burning. Everything around goes out. Words are spoken only to disappear into the dust of memory. Centuries-old layers of emptiness accumulate and the alcohol gets stronger. A lethal dose of unspoken word pills disappeared from the greasy table. Everything has been swallowed and drunk and washed down. The night whirlwind of conversation conceals the silence of sounds, consonances, and letters. Suicide letters. 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