I let the words slip,
down my rosy sweet lip.

I free the horses from my hair,
to run down my Sahara pristine back.

I drop my necklace
on your pillow, and let her ****** you -
whispering, touching your inner caves with echo.

I tear my dress,
as if I want to write a misspelled poem.

I hear that sound of destruction.
I open my eyes.

He is still here.

(Breathing heavily...)
“Everything is fine. It was just a bad dream ***...”.
I think to myself.

But my sweat tells me away.

I wish I never wake up again.

Here.

But,

There.

                                    ­                                                       (Turns on the other side and leaves again)



                                                       ­ 
                                                               ­                             ...Walks and disappears into the wood...