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POEM<br />
the kettle boiled and I filled a cup of black tea from the mom’s tea service<br />
I‘m sitting on this chair and drinking tea.<br />
and it seems that nothing could be more eternal than this chair<br />
and I‘m sitting<br />
the chair no longer feels so comfortable and was it ever so?<br />
the chair has become familiar<br />
the chair has become eternal<br />
I can scream!<br />
I can sob!<br />
I can moan!<br />
I can bark!<br />
and I will sit<br />
and I will wait<br />
the whole world is already deafening<br />
and I‘m sitting<br />
the whistling of the kettle is already a part of me<br />
as I sit<br />
the sound penetrates every cell of my tired body<br />
as I sit<br />
the sound literally deafens me<br />
and I‘m sitting<br />
the kettle is boiling on the cooker<br />
and I‘m sitting there<br />
THE KETTLE<br />
Evgeniia Kadyrova<br />
Photo Editor<br />
Illustration: Evgeniia Kadyrova<br />
Illustration: AdobeStock // BrAt82<br />
Everlasting dystopia<br />
Mosac Frederic Stefanelad<br />
Writer<br />
All this life for naught,<br />
It is what it taught;<br />
Nothing like a summer sky,<br />
Knowing that the end is nigh.<br />
Rhetorical rhythmical redemption,<br />
All this metal should get detention.<br />
Lift my head to the second sun;<br />
Only to feel the light run.<br />
Mouths utter indescribable sounds<br />
For and to the ear that bows,<br />
And the eyes silently wage<br />
With the nose to smell the rage.<br />
Half the matter is in grey<br />
Half of it goes away;<br />
All of it looks and drools<br />
Questions not for words of fools.<br />
20<br />
Smoking clouds with darker houses,<br />
Candy eyes for it arouses;<br />
All of them are inebriated<br />
As Wonderlands tea is outdated.<br />
Sea of colors is ahold<br />
Crashing waves come to fold,<br />
With a tranquil lake resign<br />
Dim sky and snowy moon align.<br />
Internal irresistible infinite,<br />
Strike in a blaring screaming fit.<br />
All just dust with dreams<br />
That will never be fulfilled in years.<br />
Hands collide with sinful gaze<br />
To give afoot a never maze,<br />
A body luggage with a mindful<br />
But a head that is not careful.<br />
All this life for naught,<br />
It was what it taught;<br />
Everything like a meadow green,<br />
None of this for us to win.