An empty kitchen at a hostel
You're the crumbles on the table
You've been in everyone's mouth and every mouth had spat you out
Fingers are tearing you apart in even smaller pieces
But your eyes are stinging yet you smile again
From the dance floor all the legs look like trees
You're getting lost in that forest, you're trying to find your back
Back to the noise and hope comes back beat by beat
You hit the table with your fist but who are you threatening?
Can the aggression be attractive?
Who are you threatening? Who are you attracting?
I don't know what I find threatening and what I find attractive about you
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This was the graduation poem that Svetoslav Todorov wrote for the Writers’ Award of Sofia Writing Challenge, published here exactly as submitted.
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