The frameless portrait on the wall
Has asked me many times:
‘What is the reason of it all?
You, standing in the night,
Alone, bruised knees,
stained dressed in blood.
Saving yourself somehow
From pictures in this corridor
That wanted you to bow.
Begging for mercy: Please, allow
My crows inside the cell.
Free creatures, they will break their claws
Knowing that's where I fell.
They'll break their necks, their beaks and wings
Trying to get to me. No witness needed. I will swear
On Bible. I will plea.
The portrait was so silent, still
So pale and hollow-eyed
The chilly wind got to my bones,
Barefoot, I couldn't hide.
She started speaking, looking down.
Ignoring creaky breaths
I took to proof I was alive.
No victory of the dead.
‘Red tiger's stripes, the pearls of tears.
One could've chosen you
To be a pet, amusement toy
But you still have the flu.
If only you had had no past,
No soul, no crows around.
If only you could just forget
The words men said out loud.’
‘No place on earth, in heaven, hell
Would let me be their child.
Their flower, spider, cedar, shell.
The Saint, the witch, the wild.
You know I've tried so many times
To enter their closed doors.
I wept and yelled, jumped reckless heights
to have the chance, one more.
I have green eyes, they say I’m cursed
Too frightened to believe
I'm just a human, just like them
I have no flames in me.
My blood is warm. I cannot fly.
My tears contain some salt.
I have a mother and a guide
how not to be so sore.
Still, I skipped lessons, poisoned air
And tried to run away.
Perhaps that's why the emerald grass
Would turn itself to flare.
The lifeless woman on the wall
gave me the last of looks.
‘Oh, dear, it's never been your fault.
Did you go to the brook?
Behind the church, next to the bench.
There's water of the truth.
Inside the house, no mirrors left –
The only things they took.
You must pursue at least one drop:
Reflection of yourself.
And after that, when you are caught
You will be claimed ‘bereft’.
Are you aware, there'll be no life?
The hope, believes, all dead.
Will you be brave enough to spend
The only treasure held?’
The crows to save, the blood to stop,
Gray woman. I'm inbetween.
But in a blink her vacant stare
Turned into valiant green.
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 11:23 AM UTC
The frameless portrait on the wall
Has asked me many times:
‘What is the reason of it all?
You, standing in the night,
Alone, bruised knees,
stained dressed in blood.
Saving yourself somehow
From pictures in this corridor
That wanted you to bow.
Begging for mercy: Please, allow
My crows inside the cell.
Free creatures, they will break their claws
Knowing that's where I fell.
They'll break their necks, their beaks and wings
Trying to get to me. No witness needed. I will swear
On Bible. I will plea.
The portrait was so silent, still
So pale and hollow-eyed
The chilly wind got to my bones,
Barefoot, I couldn't hide.
She started speaking, looking down.
Ignoring creaky breaths
I took to proof I was alive.
No victory of the dead.
‘Red tiger's stripes, the pearls of tears.
One could've chosen you
To be a pet, amusement toy
But you still have the flu.
If only you had had no past,
No soul, no crows around.
If only you could just forget
The words men said out loud.’
‘No place on earth, in heaven, hell
Would let me be their child.
Their flower, spider, cedar, shell.
The Saint, the witch, the wild.
You know I've tried so many times
To enter their closed doors.
I wept and yelled, jumped reckless heights
to have the chance, one more.
I have green eyes, they say I’m cursed
Too frightened to believe
I'm just a human, just like them
I have no flames in me.
My blood is warm. I cannot fly.
My tears contain some salt.
I have a mother and a guide
how not to be so sore.
Still, I skipped lessons, poisoned air
And tried to run away.
Perhaps that's why the emerald grass
Would turn itself to flare.
The lifeless woman on the wall
gave me the last of looks.
‘Oh, dear, it's never been your fault.
Did you go to the brook?
Behind the church, next to the bench.
There's water of the truth.
Inside the house, no mirrors left –
The only things they took.
You must pursue at least one drop:
Reflection of yourself.
And after that, when you are caught
You will be claimed ‘bereft’.
Are you aware, there'll be no life?
The hope, believes, all dead.
Will you be brave enough to spend
The only treasure held?’
The crows to save, the blood to stop,
Gray woman. I'm inbetween.
But in a blink her vacant stare
Turned into valiant green.
