***
pain
pain
pain
pain pain
pain pain
pain pain
pain pain pain
pain pain pain
pain pain pain
pain pain pain
and now it’s over
***
Every morning
I suck my rifle’s dick like
Тhere was no war
***
After use
A liquid dripped onto the machine gun: blood or sperm?
***
we have grown from the volume of pain-water into the drowned
lizards of minutes scatter
so what’s now

Written by Mykyta Ryzhykh. Winner of the international competition Art Against Drugs and some Ukrainian awards; laureate of the literary competition named after Tyutyunnik, Lyceum, Twelve, named after Dragomoshchenko. Nominated for Pushcart Prize.

Mykyta Ryzhykh’s work can also be seen in BarBar Literary Journal Volume 1: Dreams of ‘23.