Katalin Pusztaszeri

You are not able to let this go... if you have always been walking on a slippery slope. Chances like GREASY FISH SKIN are shining then splashing into the floor... you are trying to catch them…but nope... they have left you standing with empty hands, dizziness in your head, all alone in the ROARING FLOOD.

 

You are not able to let this go... if you could not ditch the WET DIAPER stuck to your posterior... you are trying to yank it off…but nope... this underwear burns, itches and squeezes, like STICKY BONDS and staled one-sided talks... you don't need to force, not anymore.

You are not able to let this go... if you don't make this FROZEN CLOT (your voice) coughed up from your throat. Above a bone colored sink, you are trying to push it up throughout your gorge again and again... but nope... these words need warm, gentle audience not a SILENT COLD BIN to be echoed.

You are not able to let this go... if you have been always keeping your secret cabin closed.Out you go!!! You try to peering out from a barely cracked door... Damn! These BUGGING EYED THIRSTY SQUIDS are crawling throughout the corridor, their huge clasping arms are ready to drag you along... but nope... that flashbacks are so sharp and deep to say: SHUT THE FUCKING DOOR!!!