The End
(Post Chemotherapy)
written by: Izabella T. Kostka
I am only a wrapper
filled with poison to “hope”.
I give in and abandon myself to this flesh
mutilated,
cut off,
amputated in vain,
lying on the calvary table,
slashed
like a lot of rot.
Would it already be the end?
I hate myself
and yet it’s me,
a wandering shadow without a tomorrow,
the marble eyelids weigh at dawn
like two tombstones on the cold grave.
I cry,
tears wound me like knives
and strike the scars with salt,
I no longer have time for a grudge,
not even a moment for forgiveness.
I observe the drops in the drip
– faithful witnesses of the last moments,
a black flower in wilting
laid at sunset on the white sheet.
One day… I existed.
IZABELLA TERESA KOSTKA was born in Poznań (Poland) and since 2001 has been living in Milan. She is a graduate in piano, is an Italian-Polish writer and poet, piano teacher, freelance journalist, translator, organizer and presenter of cultural events as well as creator and coordinator of the international cultural program "Verseggiando sotto gli astri of Milan". For poetry she has won numerous national and international awards and many important awards for her cultural activity. She has published ten poetic collections in Italian including a bilingual Italo-Polish, her works are present on many prestigious anthologies, including "Novecento non più. Towards Terminal Realism" with a letter from Guido Oldani, her publications appear on several sites and in numerous literary magazines in Italy and Poland. Guest of numerous radio and television broadcasts, she has participated in many prestigious publishing fairs including the International Book Fair in Turin, and for years has participated in the international Bookcity show in Milan. She is also a Brand Ambassador of the Terminal Realism for Poland.
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