Checkered board feelings
All black and white
Cut with the blade
In the dark of night

Stripped to the core
Bound by the heart
Knocked to the ground
Piercing every part

Turn the other cheek
Crippled by the sores
Impressions left behind
Blood out the pores

Hear the crying lamb
Slaughtered in the pen
You are such an animal
Killing is a sin

Haunted by my ghost
Lurking in your dream
Sliced your own wrist
No one hears your scream

Wondering down
the narrow hallway
Blank stares stolen
with nothing to say

Trying to exhaust
life's filthy emissions
Choking on
linear transmissions

Distance calling me
into deafening sound
Closing curtains
and water down

It is eight o'clock, after dinner...
Only distant stars adorn a blue-black moonless sky
Quiet evening, no voices screaming,
No vendors calling...
Not one nocturnal sound, to prove the night's existence
I hear numbered footfalls above, 
A slightly, heavy weight, presses on the fiberglass roofing
Silently informing, 
Very careful not to startle me with the roof creaking
I am not scared of its presence, for it knows...
This is me...I do not fuss, I do not bellow
There is no one else, it is only me it always follows,
Hidden in the dark, on me it never lurks...
A welcome cloaked friend, this stray cat in the shadows...


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Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

one must learn,

time and time again,

to love oneself with
a gentle
and forgiving heart,

as you walk the path,
to enlightenment.