Screaming Mannequins
Eyes huddled in fear,
That paralyzing fear in front of bullets mercilessly sprayed,
Deep sprayed by the cruelty, which must be feed up
With victims,
Those defenseless victims of hate,
That dreadful hate, which is fed up with love
As well as
Pleasure is fed up with pain,
That extreme pain, which embellishes the madness,
That round madness like a cold moisturized rosy-red,
Rosy-red ring-shaped patches, a giant Quincke swelling
And a boisterous cooling noisy breathing,
Snorting breath like groaning a song,
A love song for the dance of death,
A painful death for the warm puppets,
Beautiful puppets becoming cold wax mannequins,
Bleak mannequins screaming in their red rain
Of feelings,
Red feelings coloring their sad moments,
Cool moments of winter fires
In caves of shadows.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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