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A vice grips my soul,
Winter’s shadows weave their cage—
Spring whispers reprieve.

Mirroring myself
Only led to broken glass
Pick up the pieces

Stained with memories
Jagged and rusted with tears
Only truth remains

Surrender

I push and you pull
Your end of rope is lengthy
When I crash, you win

The Self-loather

“Someone” that cuts deep
Weaves in and out of the day
Tripping confidence

Cultish

He, who seeks the lie
Has no trace of real conscience
I will bring you down

You’re Mine

Another fight now
Crystal pieces adorn floors
We all want a break

Mush, attempted

Believe it baby
We will never be marshland
Open fields only

Happiness is when
You breathe the fresh air and smile,
Kissed by the sweet sun.

the sun reaches forth —
icarus’ dying wish.
hold on tight for him.

by & © 2017 Miodrag Kojadinović

Four is cocoon, is death.
Lack of leaves cancels Silk Road,
poetess ruminates.

My mind meanders
Through those distant memories
Of bittersweet past.

“Look! I picked flowers
for you.” I thank you; resume
tending the garden

interested in
her hunger loving coldly
I am an orca

blue gown opens in back
he slurps juice from a plastic cup
belches

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a gurney rolls by
just a poof of kinky hair
among rumbled linens
at dinner
fixing her hearing aid
her head tilts toward the door

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on the boat
a girl looks into the wind
her ponytail a flag