Guilt

I look at how things are between us.
You on a long bed, silent,
Covered in sheets.
Thick tubes coming out of your nose,
Inwardly breathing.

My face, an exclamation mark,
Staring at this pile of bones; says good bye.

We both know
This love is not going to survive the night.
I am going to see the day.
While you, locked in the shiny white box.
Without return.

Reportage

Today my skin is cracked.

I am slowly growing out of my body

To embrace the day.

I am used to silence. Continue reading