SHE…HER MOMENT

SHE…

AND HER MOMENT

On her knees

Bloodied

Desperate

… She pleaded.

She couldn’t say a word,

without the strength to get up

She could no longer continue the struggle.

Her body cruelly disfigured, dismembered,

joints accustomed after a daily «routine».

Eyes made up in a purple colour that did not match her pupils.

Which did not match her bluish pupils.

Excessive and constant make-up.

The wounded look,

deviated from the altered tone

accustomed to getting lost

her mind wandered

Without finding a way out.

Just…

The heart was barely beating

The body aimless

Without strength.

Her soul…

Unbreakable.

Indestructible.

Only she discerned…

Arrogant,

she cried out to the heart

to breathe breath into the mind,

to help the shattered body.

IN THAT INSTANT…

without knowing how…

She…tore it away

… She pointed to

as her meagre strength

allowed him.

SHOOT!!

Silence…

Sepulchral echo

smell of gunpowder and hangover.

IT’S ALL OVER…

The pain,

the suffering,

the beatings,

the humiliations,

the screams and other humiliations…

FREEDOM!!

I whisper…

O.