might of meaningless words snowflakes spiralling down melting when they hit the ground a bottomless pit of bumptious brittle bullshit a satisfaction of seedless cravings of confounded caricature about the wilted world wounded words wrap tightly no glimmer of a gap from which to escape sorry the poet is too late can’t write no more …

We were born on 28th of July in the year 2003. There were five of us in total. This is our mum, Dusky, and our three siblings. I must admit that neither I nor Vitia can remember much of this time. All I remember is warmth, lot of other warm bodies and milk. I also, …