On this night, my family is not sleeping
On this night, my family is weeping
Too much has happened, too much
Death after death
Words burning holes in us
Where is her head? Where is her heart?
It has all been crushed in this earthquake.
And these are the aftershocks.
She says she is praying against us, we laughed.
Days later, two deaths.
My blood is fading, my blood is dying
Those that are left are walking dead bodies
I need a break
I need a space to breathe and be able to feel
I need a wave so strong to break this
To break through the walls and stop the madness
For I am going mad in the space of my own head
Maybe the prayers are working, maybe the witchcraft is working
Maybe this is all some long nightmare, laced with such a strong sense of reality, yet so detached from it all
I am afraid, I admit
I am numb, I admit
I don’t know what’s going to happen, I admit
I don’t know when I will be able to breathe again, I admit
I need to see my sisters and I fear for what will happen if I don’t, I admit