I’m the message you receive when the memory of me slips away I’m the reminder cutting through your everyday life an alarm you cannot turn off I am planted in your veins discreetly but firmly a disease at its own slow pace seeping into your cells irreversibly
this is potent...love the ending from, a disease that eats at its own slow pace....this is the essence of consumption...the inevitablity of it, the 'fate' intrinsic. beautiful :)
Bilingual poet and writer. Also editor of Novi zvon (Slovenian) and The Larcenist (international) literary magazines.
Poetry collections:
Vintage Red and Impulsive Words (2013)
French Alps and It.. more..