Anica

There is no way out, No way in, This pain I carry within. Down my sacred belly. Too young to be a wife. Too scared to be a whore. Too profane to be adored. I'll eat your heart. I endure this pain. I breathe in. I breathe out. A sin. It's unbearable. I despise you all. Your precious milk. Your unwanted lava. Will perish beneath my vulva. The pain lingers on. Deep in my womb. I succumb to it. A single cut. Let it hurt this endless bleed. As a song for baby-o unborn. As a rose with thorns. As a woman should Choose. Gratefully.

He vanished for a smoke and never came back. What's a girl to do with that? Should I wait my agony in silence? Or seek delight in the shadows instead? He went for his self and never crawled back. What's a woman's purpose, fall flat? Should she keep doors aside for haunted ghosts and regrets? Or suck the light in with dread?  Over broken promises and cigarettes, I stand, with another, at my hands. The sun, in all his glory, didn't come to me, even though the shadow did, quite fast, indeed.  By now, my love has gone to rest. In this desolate land, a memory of the past. A barely lit path. I went for cigarettes and never came back. Loveless, apart. Bless his heart.