Your broken knuckles sting,
when you open the doors
you have to in order to leave
this weight of life behind.
You made your bed slowly,
one click lead to another
and you ended up leading
the armies to the walls.
They still contain the holes,
you can find these bones
the shot ended up turning to
in the passage of time.
‘What can you say for yourself?’
Your generals are all gone now.
Mitja Lovše is a writer, a performer and a director from Slovenia. He works within the fields of theatre, film, television and literature. He’s still alive.