Night

Sitting on my bed through the open window

Could see the eaten moon

Clinging onto the darkness.

A draft of tropic perspiring relentlessly

Humming insects, unknown.

Sleep left me incurable nightmares

Preying on the grassland.

There are howls inside my empty stomach,

Emptier heart fathomless

And fogging breath on glass chilling glass

Crackling in fragile existence.

Am cracking into pieces

Pieces of uncertainties ugliness spilling

Spreading dark stain across

The damp bed sheet, once white

Dead insects dried blood

Greying hairs fall revealing wounds!

Bodies don’t touch drooping arms

Hung in the void caress and kill

Strangulate over and over slaughter

Wrinkled skin rolling over naked bones

Stray earring with a drop

Onyx of melting silence and tears

Night spreads, stretches

Humming silence and

A moth-eaten moon hanging low.