Night
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.