A whistle in the dark

Alone with a dictionary

I search for words

Left out in a meaningless bed

Words in the old  Testament

Dismissing life sentences

Splitting words in charred spaces

Reuniting in mother tongue

A literary exercise of forgotten grammar

Hit by the fists of scorching sun

Burning leaves murmur in the nights

A truant wind opens the doors

The sky is depressed in the middle

By the round cool navel of the moon

As I hear a whistle in the dark

Sweat dampens my skin

Trickling down my cleavages

Throat dries up in thirst……