Status Updates From Mein kleines Prachttier

your dad would spend hours standing on the embankment, crazy with worry, he would leave a light on in the hall in case you came home because he knew you became afraid once the farm put on its nightgown and buttoned it up to the chin

the dead stole the show, they were met with endless applause, yes, god almighty, we clapped our hands to bits.

so far sooo good

I often wondered whether I was the reason you so obsessively longed for what you were so keen to escape, I had stolen something from you – your childhood, you could never get it back

I no longer wanted to so venomously declare the war of lust against you, I wanted to keep you whole, not riddled with bullets

while bursting into the odd skip and jump that was no longer the silly skipping of a carefree young creature, I’d ripped that carefreeness out from between your bones while I’d have liked nothing better than to preserve it, but you grew out of my clutches and into my heart’s desires

I drove off and didn’t see you trying to skip, you were trying to skip but you couldn’t, not like before.

"a writer trained as a lawyer who escaped his imprisonment there in 1621 by hiding in a chest of books" - Hugo Grotius, Loevestein Castle

you thought so deeply about things that even I couldn’t keep up with you after a while, you were underwater and it was hard for me to reach you, you were the bird who would later become famous, you were my prey

That obstinate summer, you lay like a breached calf in the nursery of my degenerate desires, I was madness’s accomplice, I didn’t know how not to desire you, you, my darling chosen one