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




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