Where Is Tomorrow?

rape alarms, like warning signs in the dark.
bats, soaring through narrow strips of black light.
is this where my dream begins?

suddenly.
home calls to me.
"i'm scared for you, what if you fall?"
"i'm scared for you, he's going to break you....?"
voice of a kind friend.
words that has became true.
fresh. new.

i'm already breaking.
just broken pieces shattering into even smaller pieces.
piece.
by piece.


it doesn't matter, anyways.


but, abruptly.
but, immediate.
but,the sun.
the cafe.
the favourite spot.
of thick wooden frames and black fake leather seats and illusionistic mirrors.
our reflections are not the only illusions.
and i cant let them go.
my heart still ponders.
pausing to remember the swift gazes.
when he too, has left.


that's what we all want, anyways.


i'm the child.
i'm the toxic wasteland.
so dare to love me.
sing me to bed.
and i will, at last, stop hoping.