Black Hole

by Silvia Dello Russo

I'm wandering nightime
between the darkness of an alley
and the dirtyness of this lane
I wander...
naked, matted hair
I've left my mask home
black lines between
the eyes and my mouth
while a cold whistle
pervades my skeleton
Eyes wide open
I wander and wonder
while this never ending drum
invites and pushes me
giving me no peace
I wander tonight
and cry
I cannot hide
this fright and dismay
the myself shadow
that I'm not able
to see any more
Too dark
too confused
the passage
of this black
and pierced heart