Read & Image: Şenol Erdoğan
Editor: İlker Savaşkurt
Rain falls down like a tombstone
Everyone gone.
Woman who stopped me on death journey,...
...some friends...
...and some gains that I had lately...
all gone.
In last few months, I lived heavy weight loss.
As I lost many lives in last few years.
I don't care about the wounds on my body.
Wound in my spirit concerns me more.
What did Basquiat say to us?
“My wound existed before; ...
...I was born to embody it.”
Psychopathic stories silently injures themselves, ...
...marginalised bus stops, ...
...independent sidewalks, ...
...government, ...
...emergency specialist drug dealers.
Now I'm too far for all.
But still gloom of winter is so beautiful.
There is no blood, ...
...no suicide, ...
... morgues, forensic medicines, ...
...autopsy reports...
none of them.
Rain starts to come down hard.
Rain to the streets...
...shits on wastepapers...
...falls like a tombstone.
Rain falls like a tombstone.
Batuhan Dedde
 
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