Nadine Hock - Evening

The sun is drowning in the sea
and the walls are coming nearer,
the light gets striked dead from the shadows
and dies silently in the twilight.

A spear foraminates the eye of the last source
and blindfolded she sinks to her knees.
Her whimpering permeats the tar of night,
until her lips affiliate with each other.

Nadine Hock

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