nestor olejnik {d5 - cbd1}

{n e s s
o l e j n i k}

twenty, male, bisexual

to my heart inside that’s pumping blood
through my veins and through my lungs
that breathe the air and spit it out
past my teeth and out my mouth

maybe
this bleeding existence, whilst slow and dry
is worthwhile, for this world has its luxuries
and they are mine

all mine

i've been trying to understand my position
lowlife, they call me. perhaps they are jealous
my social status is low, but my body and form are the envy of every nobleman
living in a house, born to serve
not wanting to, maybe i am waiting for the chance to present itself
like a lone gazelle in a spacious field
my teeth will be sharp

i have noticed this house has servants
slaves
i count them one to seven
sinners every one
i lick my lips, i like that

for now i will wear my carbon skin, endure the hardships of what i am forced to do
the world will be mine
soon

into these moments, full of life
which radiate become the light
that illuminates when we die
memories are all we need
as we fall into our final sleep

graphics: rook
theme: phosphorescence by tall ships