I open up my curtains,

then close them just as fast.

Water the plant pots by my bed

– my only precious task

I re-stick all my pictures

and drink a cup of tea.

Pretend I’ll do my washing,

but watch the day give up on me

I’ll walk out in the cold

to remind me I’m alive,

but I’ll feel just as dead,

when I see the moonlight smile.

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Image: Melisenta Kozlova