From the other night…

the residues of the other night
when the screams jumped the balcony...
and these walls witnessed it all…
I have them packed

they still resonate
the ugliness and your hostility
and the pretense of yesterday

the shouts,I no longer panic
the awe has faded away
and I have made my own recipes
of hiding some and seeking some

nothing affects me
for I don’t know what you murdered
through these palms
much has slipped away…

it was all all right
just till the other night.


So,
Let me pick up the strands once again
And you,
stop by and collect
your leftovers
for I can't hold them anymore
the screams packed inside
are trying to come out.