Thinking Survival Poem by jerlyn eguia

when frightened i take the comfort
of the whistle as i go to the room
and wear a red dress instead of the
usual blue one...

i take away the laces
these details that cannot help me somehow
deceive you...

it is time to face the blank wall
and you think that as usual i will dance before it
like i am a worshiper

no more, as i am contemplating more of my own survival
from self-destructive emotions
i get the ax and break the layers of wood
i make an exit and then i go...

do not ask me where to. I have long planned this
Nowhere.