I drank from your wineskin
the edulcorated truth
until the last drop
and I liked it
and then I loathed it
thus, you gave me another wineskin
to gnaw at and sip
thrusting me into the loop
enslaving me to perverse gluttony.
And how disturbing were your
that, like barefoot trolls, howled at me
from the corners of your mind
that is split.
I see shards scattered around and I wonder if they come from
your sense of guilt.
Sip by sip, I removed your
every mask in layers, like dead
skin, and obsolete are now
all the things said and done in between.
Mihaela Melnic lives and writes in Rome, Italy, where her prose and poetry evolve and take different shapes with every new life experience. Her recent work has appeared or are forthcoming in various venues, including Dissident Voice, Transcendent Zero Press, Lothlorien Poetry Journal and Alien Buddha Press. Her latest work, the book "Evermore", was written in co-authorship and released in September 2021 through 17Numa Press.