The eight day god created epilepsy
Skull under the arm
It was
autumn, tired of the sun, it was winter, provokingly inviting to wear
snowshoes, it was spring with rainbow emotions and it was the eight day … the
eight day god created epilepsy.
(epilepsi –
convulsion, to torture, to grab … I am speaking of an (occasional) interruption
in the functioning of the central nervous system, that is of a sudden and too
intense activity of nervous cells, that is experienced by the patient as
problems with conscience, motoric functions, behavior, sentience …)
Loosing
oneself, the only and final cake with turquoise frosting, handful of soil
between fingers, nails on skin and there was the eight day …
Smell of
burned milk from a red pot with white dots, fear of stigma invokes in
close-ones complaining and silence, the stove is dirty of insecurity and fear.
The eight
day my brain is pierced with the bitterness of a cup of coffee. Epi.
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| Skull under the arm I hid my skull under my arm. |
