The Lock

a phosphorescent barrier

a steel-plated door

a window with shut blinds

a black dog barking

a voice shouting no

another one not answering

 

after a long road

I stopped under a rain of knives

silence like an anesthetic

perfused in the marrow

left me so awake that I’m shivering

almost seeing  my hair growing

 

I’m turning my head over my back

to feel the rain in my eyes             

to stop this painless moment

the emptiness in my viscera

while others have their siesta

on this dead-end street

 

I grasp with my teeth

the rainbow arch

feeling how it breaks me

separated in the middle

between sky and earth

 

like a sensitive corpse

on a dissection table

Reviews

[Dayran]

The gift of nature to women and the feminine community. For the role they play as sister, mother, wife and grandma. So that she'll know the difference on her own of her own bountiful nature, separated like rain drops that lands in the lakes and then the seas. So she'll know.