Glass ceiling

«But you can only feel your own pain.»

I prefer the shards of glass,
splinters like rain,
than trying to hold
the ceiling over my head.

It’s crushing me,
I can’t do it anymore.
I quit, I accept my defeat.

I’m sick of this kind of l…
life, love, lies,
and of trying to hold it
with a smile.

I fucking resign,
I’m gonna go dark.


—Carmesí sobre la nieve.

—What happened?
—He fell asleep;
I kept looking
at the window.

»I just sneaked out
and came home.

»In the streets
I saw the frost,
fearing it would be Kais,
thinking there would be blood
over the snow.

—But there’s not.
—No, there’s not.

—No carmesí,
no Kais,
just snow.
—Rest now,
you are safe home.