CONTROVERSY

I sleep with a killer

on my bed.

My sheets fabrics are made

of webs, ancient as my ideas.

The killer of the desert road

of my conscience.

I don't want to own your thoughts

but merely tell you what to think.

The clock is ticking, fast,

we're running out of time,

the time you need.

Too late to take it back,

I'm coming back home.

I miss my pillow and all my dolls.

I need not to wake up before a killer.

Let me redesign my deeds,

Don't kill me while I'm in bed.

Ana Cristina Silva

on "Domestic Violence"