me
gusta caminar de noche

preferible
sin la luna

esconderme
en mis pensamientos

reír
como niña como nunca pude

pensar
en dulces y juegos

y olvidar todo lo que fui

flagelação cerebral

eu
gosto de andar a noite

preferível
sem a lua

esconda-se
em meus pensamentos

ria
como uma garota como eu nunca pude

pense
em doces e jogos

e esquecer tudo o que eu era

cerebral flagellation

i like to walk at night

preferably without the moon

hide in my thoughts

laugh like a little girl like i never could

think of candy and games

and forget everything i was

the rain has stopped and the sidewalks smell like dog piss and dying roses but i like the fragrance of my clove cigarette the stop lights change every two minutes nothing strange i can’t place my emotions today i feel pressured to rub elbows with the crowd across the street but i can’t i don’t feel well my body pains me and i want to cry taking a few steps away from the Tropical i breath in deep a few yards away is a pile of rubbish the bright colors make it look magical and comforting looking at the clock across the street it’s time for group and terror grips me around my ankles and chest again again again my head fills up inside with doubt and shame like a sinking vessel i try to be brave my hands shake and i grind my teeth nostrils flare and i anger…

I

crows
gather to drink

water from
the dirty street

i sit in
waiting

II

footsteps
upon the

main entrance
of the lonely

church
tread on holy

III

visions in
my head

i see the
cock will crow once

more and
they will come

IV

to find us
where we

are
gathered in the sacred

house and
take us with

V

their dirty
decrees

it happened
in the east first

it’s in the
west now