With every morning that she arose,
slipping into her night - shoes that laid beside
her bed, stretching her arms as if her bones were
cuddled together- i would watch her.deeply.
Her hair coarse as wire to guard against the wrong,
flesh hanging as elastic on her bones, she stood up
from her bed whose centre seemed to reach for the floor.
i watched her.deeply.
she yawned, desperate for some more,
dreams itching but she remembers no more,
slowly sliding her feet, causing friction to the floor,
1 step forward, another follows,
I watched her. deeply.
she reached for the window
with the desire for life to embrace her,
Rays of the sun friendly on her face,
i watched her...well.
I am sorry if this is sad, but i hit her on the head,
she caused me anger day by day!
so much that i could not bear!
so i watched her....bleeding!.