Interior Poem by Wolfgang Schumacher Thompson

Spit in the face with a cocktail of blood and saliva; a reply for your constant abuse. A new spring between us. A rhetoric, hypocrisy with every moment in this room; the compliances of your will and your heart relentlessly eat at a life, that was given to me. Today, henceforth the hands grabbing clothes, bread, books will depart this hollow room with bruised loins, chest, muttering not a word! Void of womb's structure!

(2014)