she was looking a little odd
that day

that day

when no one really had
the audacity to ask


were her breasts covered by
nothing but a tiny piece of
satin cloth—dirty

her body

was stained with
blood and bruises
as well as her face
where dried tears were visible
as well as her grubby hair

everyone saw that

her ragged jeans were
so ragged that it seemed
to have been soaked in a mud—

no, it was not mud

it was blood

in the middle of the two
back pockets of her jeans
in the middle of her legs

she was completely hurt
but why

no one asked

why she was looking so odd

that day.



I sense the damned weight of the world on my shoulders. Let this night be the last that makes me feel insignificant.

guarding my soul

i could totally feel
the breeze of longingness
that has been killing me
for weeks
or months
or years and decades

this body is a dead island

i could totally immerse
into something forbidden
into something pleasurable
and glorious
and wild

but i would still not—
this body’s a holy island

and i would not let a devil
ruin it