There’s something about Midnight
that I’ve recently understood;
A gravitational pull that invites you
to its darkness.
The night pushes you in
to a room full of
and heavily burdened breaths.
The more you feel like you’re at home,
the harder it is
to accept the sun.
Black is turning into grey,
blending with colors of hope.
Pollution is being sucked out
to another world,
a world different from mine.
Your body seems to know you more than you do,
when you’re exhausted,
it decides to shut down,
automatically on autopilot;
you gradually give in to the darkness that fills your eyes,
If only it can fill my heart too, I could then be banished to a different world,
you whisper under your breath as your mind leaves reality.
Ropes wrapped around me, dragging me down
Hair pulled backwards, cracking my neck
Arms going to different directions, pulled apart
Eyes leaking blood and disappointments
Lungs shrunk in – no more breaths
– No more life.
And he glanced at her, moving head sideways
Either he was admiring or trying to understand
Admiring the gush of blood and ripped out body
Understanding her pain, her sorrow, her darkness
He stood still, and she never recovered.