Stimmwechsel | Seelenspiegel
let’s say I did not break my body
let’s say I made it back into my body
knowing that I’m still dead
that no matter what I still took my own life
how would my body acknowledge my presence
that I walked myself to my death
that I decided it needed to die the way I did
I wonder how my body would react to me
didn’t it always know
wasn’t it always part of the plan, the exit route
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auf der Suche nach meinem Körper | fiction
Er redet nur im Imperativ mit mir. Ich kenne meinen Vater nicht außerhalb seiner Befehlswelt die er in mir entwickelt. Seine Finger stecken in mir drin. Mit den Worten die aus seinem Mund kommen entschärft er seine Absichten. Die spüre ich so wie er sie versucht zu vernichten, wegzudrücken, ins Nichts, in mich. Er verewigt das was er nicht beabsichtigt. Wühlend versucht er sich loszuwerden. Die…
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Stimmwechsel | Kindheitswunden | Gedichte
vergiss nicht dass ich tot bin
warum spürst du meinen Körper noch
was soll denn aus unserer Vergangenheit werden
ich habe es geschafft zu sterben
nichts mehr habe ich an mir
nur deine Worte lasten auf mir
wie du sie nicht zu mir sprichst
wie du sie denkst und festhälst an dir
du zwingst mich zur Erinnerung
das ist weil dein Herz so stark schlägt in dir
ich habe meinen Körper…
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Weltrettung | Gedichte
ich habe es geschafft dass du in mir überlebst
habe dich befestigt
in der Schlaflosigkeit war ich deinem Tod sehr nah
habe mit deiner Selbstzerstörung gerungen
so als zerrte man mir an der eigenen Haut
du bleibst hier
aus allen Poren bist du mir entronnen
halte etwas fest das nicht mehr haltbar ist
deine selbstlosen Augen liegen brach unter den verfärbten Lidern
deine Stimme altert in…
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Stimmwechsel | Vorgeschichte | poetry
I wanted to keep my life to myself
I will die as a man nobody seemed to know
eulogised in a church I never visited
when my name is spoken it seems to hurt
in my death I feel like I didn’t exist
I remain someone unconveyed
you look at me as if you’d stopped wanting to come closer
but you stay, I think, to feel yourself
what did the images of my death do to you
what has my life meant to…
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Stimmwechsel | Wendepunkt | poetry
I will shower on that day
because I’m sure that I will go to work
but in the afternoon
the morgue worker thoroughly rinses what I’ve done instead
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Stimmwechsel | Nachruf | poetry
when I look at my child
all I see is what he did to my body
I don’t understand how this child can be her own person
when all I feel is the pain that brought her here
how can she not look like the embodiment of his wrongdoings
I look at her and I resent my silence
I examine her and I wish her voice away
I don’t know why, I don’t know why, I do not know
this child is so foreign to me as I…
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coming here to die | polyphonic grief poetry | books
you refused language to take placeit was silence that replaced your bodyyou treated death as a substitute for languageand redemption
Book design by LAURA KINCAID
Cover art inspired by HOUSEOFFORTITUDE
Photography by LEV SLIVNIK
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please wash before use | a short story | fiction
She washed me until the bathwater turned cold, but I didn’t feel clean. I felt like we shared the same water, but she knelt next to the bathtub, beside me, separated by a tiled wall. I looked at her when she was washing me, her eyes looked big, her breathing was heavy and I felt absent in her presence. She took care of me and that’s why it took so long to wash me, make me clean, there’s so much…
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Sprachversagen | poetry
she refused to believe that something that came out of her body decided to die she thought that she reflected a world to love but there’s only so much the world will let you do nothing went unfelt everything left unspoken
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Schmerzempfinden | poetry
it was too early in the morning to think about death
not for you
you considered it as quickly as you pull out a bus ticket
was I supposed to believe that all your life
ended in that wooden box
with nowhere to go
nowhere to hide
I thought I had long known
how much a house can hurt
how death makes itself known
how absence always has a name
I look at your clothes in my closet
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Menschenbild | poetry
you had words for everything
but not for your own disappearance
you’d find no use in your voice
you just ended a conversation
that never took place
I live in your subtext
you just wanted to stop being seen
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in Kontakt treten | poetry
who is recovering from the sight of you
who is haunted by you
sickened
broken bones pierced your organs
crushed
what kind of facial expression
nobody is in that much pain when sleeping
who found you
who stomached you
witnessed your death
clothes don’t leave the horrors unimagined
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Beweggrund | poetry
first came negation
possessive pronoun and noun step in
to no use
the verb is in the past tense
the act
of the subject
the consequence is present
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Sorgenkind | poetry
one day you took yourself away
it wasn’t the day
it was you
the day broke in two
with nowhere to go
I moved my legs
but I was stuck in your death
with a sense of urgency
unpreventable
and when I saw you again
you had already turned into something else
I held your hand
to understand that you’re surreal
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Selbstbild | poetry
you saw a man in the mirror
that morning
who would never come home
inconsolability on all fours
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Notlage | poetry
you ceased to exist
when you still had a pulse
the rest your body did on its own
you walked so fast
I still can’t breathe
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