Outbursts of a Bleeding Woman

Uncontrollable screams that no one seem to hear

The hammering torture of a defenseless instinct

One that marvels on indifference and scrowl on mocking

She's a hybrid of a kraken and chimera of the mountains.

Disorienting pounding of blood that reaches the brain in an instant

Throbbing veins that goes from blue to black and back

Her eyes are red and the tears have dried, you can see the path on her face

She's a fallen angel who was once sacrosanct but now castigated.

Roaming the valley of death and lost shadows

Dragging the weight of a million broken souls

Alone and cold in the midst of the haunted forrest

She's a serpent in the Amazon without a purpose, without a life.

A hoarse voice escapes from her caged heart

With a timbre of hope - begging, asking for mercy

Under the folds of her crooked, croocked monstreous skin

She's a bleeding woman waving a fallacious cane.

Silently wishing for a rescuer.