you call it waste.
it waits.

hair claws beneath skin,
cold, sharp, unforgiving.

no sink. no tap.
only a trap.

it drags your secrets —
the filthy, the hidden,

the lies you bury deep.
don’t touch.

it rips.
it tears.

you wanted to forget —
it bleeds you dry.

2025, Skulptur aus gefilztem Menschenhaar, 44 × 22 × 45 cm

2025, Sculpture made of felted human hair, 44 × 22 × 45 cm