Author: Ursula Rabar Babic

Confused Cat 0

Yellow Rubbish

Rubbish, old yellow rubbish. You see, it is there, It doesn’t move It stares at you While you walk, smile or think. Old yellow rubbish Covering the air Whispering dark thoughts It dyes every...

The Pill 0

The Pill

To forget about tomorrow, you took it without second thoughts. Your body was torn apart by grey dots falling from the ceiling in fascinating composition. Why did you do it? Rest, don’t move, it...

One Eye 0

The Golden String

He took a big needle, put the string in the eye of the needle gently, almost petting the needle. There there, he said now we are ready. He took their skin between his fingers...

We 0

We

Crying, I give my empty hands, my body is wrapped in disease it is going, disappearing, decaying … What is it that ate you? What is it that put you to sleep? What is...