IULIA GHERGHEI

WHITE LACE OF CHILDHOOD

white lace hung from the ceiling
perfect veil for my imaginary wedding
spin around, sadness princess
in your white veil spread your wings
raise curtains on the childhood memories

lit up the chandeliers
candle by candle
you and the shadow are dancing in the temple
chevaliers are gathering to see the splendor
you deepen in your dreamy mist,
you sip the fairy tale's taste..

spin, spin around, sadness princess
light as a feather, deaf and blind altogether
no clouds, no fears, no lie curtains, no death silences
no locks on dial phones
no enemies dressed as saviors...

scared by hostile whispers
you stop the laced spin
the acid air sticks your eyes
the heavy curtain of despair falls back on your skin
again you hide beneath a gloomy shield...

THE “SLIDE WORD”

Your masque is your smile
I keep repeating the "slide" word
as I fall under your spell
your magic works on me smoothly
I can feel it under my skin,
in the dagger that splits
my chest every dawn
I cling myself with every teeth that I own
of my reality shreds
waking up more and more confused
like the walls are laughing to my torment...
I spill the coffee on my new dress

I  deny you the right to enslave my whole world!
The spell must be broken!
The masque must be melted!

Now that the  panic attack have passed
Do I really want to open my eyes?!

            WALK THROUGH THE FIRE …..WELL

                                      

                                        Walk through the fire,

Let your skin be burnt to the bone

Bite your fist; no tear moistens your eyelid

Be brave in search of your grave

Silence be the patch to cover your mouth

Music not aloud when the hero is mourned

Ashes as snowflakes are dancing around

Slowly covering holes where eyeballs should be

Pain itself had left this body,

This cathedral has no echoes anymore

Walk through the fire, my soul

Your flesh has no smell

Fly over us,

gravity demons betrayed by hell

[IULIA GHERGHEI]