Black Swan Poem by Katerina Val

With blackened shards of glass
I rake up your wound
and this hypocritically unpretentious trauma you born
how salacious it is!
an obscene scenery
of what it used to be
offends me with it's classy sparkling
when it's lonely and breaths solace and crawling sympathy
that the sable blood gave your trauma an abhorrent smell
a stinky fragrance of a peccable
and your scent is pouring now
drops of unconsoled solace and it's proud
your aloof and cold fire
a pride
that deprived you of all your foundations
your selves, your dignified fight
what kind of theurgy is this?
when you push yourself to defy
your purest, most righteous pride?

Your trauma is ugly now
and you need to choose
between you and you

Unsedused yet as I stay though
I break the spell of the black swan
with a dose of reticent truth
a timid truth I closed within
a few drops of a roughed-up self
half-honest and half-sold
to a body I know I cannot live in anymore
by the time I lost control

or a soul drenched and black as well
maybe we could both be
a white swan
maybe if we could try
we could break the curse
of being many destructed selves in one

Your trauma is crying now
and you need to adore
you or a further you

But my ill-fated glass
sticks deeper in my skin
and my tears are shattered once more
on me, in me
inside me
there is a curse
living in within
to the body I shall lend
to this faded hopeless entity.