Roulette

by: Iolanda Scripca

Stepping on shuttered dreams
Feet bleeding wishes of travel
Disable soul mails postcards
To a corner called Ghost Town

Emptiness on the thirteenth cloud
Her glasses and a cup full of tears
A phone ringing obsessively
The door permanently unlocked…

Jetlag freezes childhood memories
Dirt squishes mortality between my toes
Ravens on cracked limbs distract me
A shovel full releases a white cloud

I jump on ready made steps in snow
Hungry children of the graves follow me
I stop, they stop, I feel, they feel - so lonely
Playing the game of “Orphaned Roulette”