Emotion | Ivan im Abstrakten

He thought he was special. But on her table there were already traces of other men, other vows, other hearts.

She does not break hearts. That would be too easy. She opens them. Tastes them. Keeps what becomes addictive.

He gave her his heart. She did not take it for love. She took it to see how much power was still beating inside.

But what grows must leave. What grows wings no longer belongs to the hand that keeps it warm.

She lifts her gaze - her eyes now blaze, two icy stars in endless night. She gives it back, in mournful daze: my heart - it cracks, has l...

They took her head. Not out of cruelty, but out of habit. They wrapped her in coarse fabric, called it order, called it protection.

They wanted to possess her and called it love. They wanted to dominate her and called it protection. They wanted to destroy her and calle...

Upon a chair of solemn wood, She sat - as only madness could - In garments torn by Time’s decree, Betwixt the womb and mockery.

Received at midnight. The package stood at my door. No sender. No sound when it was placed. Only a silent pressure at the nape of my neck...

Silence can be loud. Light can heal quietly