Kornel Kimaszewski: The Pointy End

The dreams flow on the streets

Like the tears on her cheeks.

She’s been hurt countless times

It has made her run through the skies

Drink gold in the bars

Live only in the future and the past.

Obligated to be the one you’re supposed to be

Drowned in the empty glass.

In the rhythm of the night

She danced through time.

Stripped out from the memories of a child

Begged to be a bird.

The deep water doesn’t allow smiles

Feast of the lions in the Big Boys Club

Never too late for a meal

She listened to the song of hunger.

Like the rain on the concrete

The color of the sunset.

Her purpose was to live

But the goal was to die.