Break Up Poem

I'll Open the Window  

   by Anna Swir

Our ebrace lasted too long,

We loved right down to the bone.

I hear the bones grined, I see

Our two skeleton.

Now I am waiting

till you leave, til

the clatter of your shoes

is heard no more. Now, silence.

Tonight I am going to sleep alone

on the bedclothes of purity.

Aloneness

is the first hygienic measure.

Aloneness

will enlarge the walls of the room,

I will open the window

and the large, frosty air will enter,

healthy as tragedy.

Human thoughts will enter

and human concerns,

missfortune of thers, saintliness of others.

They will converse softly and sternly.

Do not come anymore,

I am an animal

very rarely.