Katalin Pusztaszeri

Is a squirt-gun left in your pocket...never goes off, just spurts out into your eye-balls and pretends

Is an interrupted punch into the vacuum of space, a hulking wobble which never hits targets

 

Is a gross fired sexist comment, fizzling out in air pulling out faces, leaving despise and repugnance
 

Is an abusive stalker message...it generates fear and abhorrence in the victim's head who is finally unable to press charges against the criminal

Is an unsated greedy mouse-click to buy the thousandth rag for to be left in the closet and pass it to micro moth's teeth for effacement

A manic ritual act for pushing LIKES on social media; maintain and gratify the shallow; express the unsought, the suppressed desire of "something else"
 

Is a desperate/hopeless aim to fulfill the requirements of being a woman, keep the socio-economic norms, satisfy the loved ones by your side in your environment
 

Is a narcissistic promise, an indecent lie of leaders smashed into your face daily to change the country's unchangeable living conditions and circumstances

Is an unreturned infatuation, an absurd endeavor to fascinate an imaginary person, the desired object...this blind impulse would never boil cold-bloods...you bet
 

My main one: Is an aborted self-justification act...a claustrophobic attempt to shrink-in' the calloused edges of open wounds or refill the voracious mouth of behemoth-nothingness.