standing against the wall
wrists tied
to this feeling
in the shape of a cross
I’m waiting

the tap is dripping
and I can now count my every sin
and its consequence following
with big wet eyes
like a puppy

are we done yet?
are we ready to roll?
could you kindly tell me how long until
forever?

someone is caressing an old wound
filling it up with the grit of words
while life
is reading my rights
in a booming voice:
‘You have the right to remain silent.
Everything you say...’