s o s
It slowly comes in slo-mo
the smell, smoke, swirling the air in front of you
starring in the darkness with my hair standing still, but not my heart
stumbling in my chest while I silently scream and being

and you say

suddenly, it turns into a spear with the speed of a hundred
one second spent until you realise it's too late
stabbing through your front and comes back again through your back
somehow somewhere your mind still says 
oh I can stand this pain

without an SOS sign
suspicious harm of love keeps you 
standing still in the silence of the sadness hugging arms.
Written in this book
Poems through fantasized thoughts
Diverse roles of a woman to be
Believed to be strong and independent, but part of me desires to be soft and vulnerable.