It’s not the tomorrow I’m afraid of.
You don’t know
how much it takes
To pull yourself out of the dark hole
And move upward the walls of the abyss.
It is a drill
Unheard, unseen, unwanted.
It is a move stuck in slow motion
Getting slower by the day…
Just put on your make up.
You know it is a warlike paint.
The mirror smiles back
Unaware and unsuspectingly…
Just another day in paradise…
It is today’s crack I worry about
And the black faceless bodies
Of shadows without a voice.
Waiting patiently nearby
To pull you back in
If you step aside the rope.
Yet, again,
I immerse in the silence
To voicelessly weep under the waters.
Safe in my mother’womb.
Irma'sKiss 