You broke in without permission. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I locked the gates. Checked twice. Three times. But you are here nonetheless. In my vineyard. Between the rows I have cultivated for years \u2013 carefully, silently, without a single wasted movement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now \u2013 trampled. Torn earth. Broken vines. The sap flows like something alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You don\u2019t even eat \u2013 you shred.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tell me, why do you need this? Isn\u2019t it enough just to exist? Why must you crawl inside, under the skin, between thoughts, into the places I am afraid to enter myself?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You have made me a raw nerve. Any touch \u2013 and I flinch. Any sound \u2013 and I am already gone. I am not in control of myself. Is this your doing?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You devour my time. Gnaw at it from within. I sit down to work \u2013 and I fall into you. Into these endless loops. Where it is always the same. Where I think until exhaustion, but never bring anything to an end.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Logic? You dismantled it. It lies nearby \u2013 a heap of dead iron that holds nothing together anymore. I look at things and I cannot put them back. You twist everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You steal it most cruelly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I lie down \u2013 and you are already there. Lying beside me. Not touching, but pressing. There is no sanctuary even in the dark. You are there too. Dictating images I never asked for. Playing out scenes I do not want. Again and again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Why do you need so much of my blood?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You are never satiated. You only grow larger. Hungrier. You take and take, as if I were a bottomless well. But I am not. I am running out. Do you hear?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Will you ever leave? Just get out. Exit. Close the door behind you. Let me return to the silence, to level ground, to steady breathing?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or is the plan to erase me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I walk between the rows. I look at the tracks. At what is torn. At what was ordered just yesterday.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And suddenly, I catch myself knowing these movements.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
These bites. This way of breaking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I know how you got in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because I opened it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because I let you in. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because these are my hands tearing the vines.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You did not come from outside. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You grew from within.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You are not eating me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You are eating through me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So which one of us must go?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or the one standing now amidst the ruins, unable to tell her own teeth from yours?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
You broke in without permission. I locked the gates. Checked twice. Three times. But you are here nonetheless. In my vineyard. Between the rows I have cultivated for years \u2013 carefully, silently, without a single wasted movement. Now \u2013 trampled. Torn earth. Broken vines. The sap flows like something alive. You don\u2019t even eat \u2013 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[56],"tags":[114,117],"zbirnyk":[],"class_list":["post-3937","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose","tag-body","tag-loss"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n