Matches
Magdalena Liszcz
I swirl beneath the arches
Guided by the matches
Light up the lands
With a bundle of them in my hand
I breathe like an archer
It's colder and it's darker
The match ignites again
And it burns a hole in my hand
If I slow down, it slows
If I run, it runs and I turn
And it comes too close
I do better on my own