• On This Night

    by  • December 1, 2016 • * Safe for Work *, Waxing Poetic • 0 Comments

    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

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