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Eric Rafael Ciabai, 11 years old, is participating in the 6th International Literary Creation Competition, from Drobeta-Turnu Severin, Romania. We are grateful for the participation and wish him success.

THE ONLY HOPE

Little spider, numb as ever.
Broken like me, just come pull the lever
To let the venom in and lead the pain away,
Come and rip my back so I'll never, ever stay

Beneath my big tombstone and its picture made of ash,
I know it's my picture, it belongs in the trash.
So come on little spider, hop under my veins,
And sting them in the center so the venom never fades.

Just sting me little spider, sting me little friend,
But make it a surprise, so I'm thrilled until the end.
So sting me little spider, crawl under my bones,
I can be your roots, I just want to be alone.

I want to disappear so I’ll never ruin things.
It would all be perfect with none of my mistakes,
I want to reappear only when my death bell rings,
When you sting me little spider, with your not-so-little stakes.


THE MOMENT BEFORE I DIE

Whispering girls in the back of the class talk about anything imaginable,
But never about school.
Shivering dogs in the back of the street stay around anywhere imaginable, 
But never near a fool.

Triggering guns in the back of my mind tell me a story
That only I can end.
Clicking keyboards in the phones of my friends text a new story
That only I never was sent.

Whispering ghouls in the back of my room blame every part of me,
But never say how to fix it.
Shivering dolls in the back of the truck stare at me endlessly,
But never say how my clothes could fit.

Clicking bullets in the chamber of my gun fought to come out first,
But they all came out too fast.
Fearing souls always try to be the ones who live the most, 
But end up being last.

I’m sorry for my girls, for my dogs, for my friends,
So I’ll pray for them until all the pain ends.
I’m sorry for the ghouls, for the dolls, for the souls,
But I’ll wait for them to end all my hopes.

Because the girls never talk, the dogs never stay,
The girls only whisper for the cries not to be heard.
The girls never talk, the dogs never stay,
The dogs only want to speak a word.

Because the friends never text, the ghouls never blame,
The friends only text so they make me more jealous,
The friends never text, the ghouls never blame,
The ghouls only blame the most insane fellas.

Because the dolls never stare, the souls never try,
The dolls only stare to hide their blurry eyes,
The dolls never stare, the souls never try,
The souls secretly beg for their only hope to die.


THE ETERNAL MISTAKE

Every week, at midnight hour,
Wakes a creature old and wise,
Feathers burnt and scratched, this owl
Has two wings that help it raise.

In the sky, while floating slowly,
Always spotted stays a bear.
With its kids, all scratched and lonely,
Searching for some food to spare.

Near a tent, the hunter wakes,
Loading ammo in his gun,
Always speeding, bullets fade,
The bear’s kids are left to run.

Why all this? It’s just for fun.
The owl stares at the young corpses.
Many hounds howl for the sun,
Owl’s cries are heard, but frozen.