FREEZING UNTIL DOOMSDAY — HUMAN VEINS! – Binnaz Deniz Yildiz

July 17, 2026

It was a night carved from marrow, I wrote that poem,
blood ran from my short hair down to my groin!
I smeared fear across my nakedness — my wound burst under moonlight,
a slit-eyed weapon.

In my arms, the Shahmeran died.
And I raised the Acropolis in the cold of syphilis.
Red reptiles rang the bells.
I engraved an iron symbol into my crowd of selves.

For centuries I waited — then forgot my corpse in cupboards.
I built paper towers from my fingernails — the wind blew and my castles fell.

I mummified my ivy-human arms —
a turning carousel world — wandered by the lonely.

The first separation, morphine melting on the tray of chronic hours…
Like motionless soldiers, I pressed the trigger against my temple;
ants stormed inside my brain.

Lightning patterns at the foot of my bed…
In a wooden room, moldy, narrow, sharp…
With a toy in my lap, I crawled across the bed.

Mad fevers tangled with my groaning.
A screen — my boundary between what exists and what doesn’t.

My inner peace — a plague of flowers — plays hide and seek with my mother’s eyes.
My portable rage — cardboard-colored — flies out my window.
Ah, childhood I never lived!
Climb down from the wall!

I fall rapidly from momentum into a dungeon.
In a classroom Einstein hooks into my body
and shouts: “You maniac — stop — you fugitive!”

Me and my measure in some room of some building.
Me — the cartilage tissue of the poem…
It grabbed my collar and squeezed my fingers.

I’m cold — warm my darkness now with poison!

Now a myth becomes truth —

Human veins freeze until the Day of Reckoning.