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Spaghetti knots

The disappeared

Winter is carried on the wind

of carnage and caught

in the leaves

left ruined and falling

onto me

as I sit alone

wishing for better company

than the snow

that’ll bury me

if I sit here

watching the summer sun

soak one more time

in a season that is too long

and another that is too short

just like a human life

that can inhale the wind fully

or close their mouth



I hold I

in a reflection

that could burn ants

but I’m too large

and need to start working out

and there’s some fat that

I can’t seem to lose

no matter how much I squeeze

or allow ants to eat

the bits I don’t manage to

wedge into my watering hole

that is leaking

onto the glass of me

that isn’t leaking

but trying to

until I blur

into the sight

of death

and the disappeared

About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters. Follow my wordpress or my IG (@_kenkan)


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