Criseyde (2024) Irina Dumitrescu They said Cassandra Was the cursed one But every woman knows too much. I am used by now To my voice getting caught in my teeth. It doesn’t help That I can smell tomorrow’s burning. No one is interested In the geometry Of a falling city. I sit politely and fan myself Listening to old philosophies Trying not to show I see the sparks of death in their eyes. My soles feel the road to come The cool boards of an enemy’s ship The freedom of early surrender. --

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