a solitary word
when i feel lonely,
i let hot water melt my
iceberg body and
disappear into
the drain. it meets all kinds of
ruined creatures there;
we sit together
by the fire, holding our
flared up hands, and
see that void is not so
empty after all, and
see, hearts are filled with
joy.
Nastia Svarevska is a Latvian-born writer and curator based in London, UK. Her writing practice spans creative non-fiction, artist interviews, exhibition reviews and poetry. Website: anasva.com; Instagram: @ana11sva