You Never Wanted It Anyway 1. This evening drips languorous poison into my veins. You tilt the blue shade away from your pillow. My shadow leaps on all fours onto the wall, hangs upside down by its nails, sprints across the ceiling. Outside, the sky is burning, a mad woman in her twilit garden. 2.Continue reading “3 poems by Romana Iorga“
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