you know who i am?
that's sad but i am a gold digger
lost in the middle of some wasteland:
there is no gold for me.
what is the language?
thought that i knew well
what you were saying -
i was wrong
i was a good old wishful thinker...
such a deluded little dummy huh?
my daily death
is for the tiny golden grains:
i'm overthinking every your sentence
every pause every smiley face and every dot
god knows i'm pathetic;
his mercy's my solace, only.
could not find any
in that one merciless freezing stare
that comes from the inside of
my own bathroom's dirty mirror.
The gold digger
© Copyright: Женя Парсли, 2017
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