And after, in the silence of our rooms,

Let's break into million pieces

Cry silent, cry wrecked

Lie on our backs

Look at the ceiling from between the gaps of our fingers

With outstretched arms

With spread out palms

Spend nights in darkness that cannot be shared

But under the same black sky

Drowning, choking under all the tears

That never fell, that collect in the lungs

Tired of writing my story with the same two words


Fell me with a single strike, I beg you

Before I can shoulder the burden of resistance

Before there are no more pieces to pick up

And no ceiling to look up to.