Like Hell

You wake up, it's Sunday
someone made love somewhere
not you, someone

Morning was a crime's acceptance
they took you to a prison
where no one wants you for himself

You go out, let's say, you go out for something
like saying you went out for dinner
                                                 or death
 but no, they don't want you out there either
and death was an old saying
they fooled you.

The bed where you wake up
is all white, except is not white
is red, all red, open wound red.

Someone came by the night
hurt you and left you alone
alone with your hands on you
               touching
because your body is god
and he doesn't want you either

Evening is not less  frightful
something hurts somewhere:
you just remembered who came
                               by the night

Remember her

trying to forget you
because you are that dirty window
everybody disowns
until someone cleans it.

You are dirty and in love.

Let's say, love, you glance through that window
what do you see? 

let's say, someone made love to you
hurt you and left you alone
what   do   you   see?