martyr/martir

she hits her head into the wall
and smiles into the mirror
in no particular sequence
every day of her life

dugo ay parusa at buhay sa
taong ito ang tanging angkin.

she knows nothing absolutely
but this tight feeling under her breast
while her stretched out arms
greeted another farewell

kasiyahan at kalungkuta'y iisa
emosyong nakapagpapapigil hiniga.

her signature carried by that devil
or was that god?
her soul acts apart from her body
since it knew not to follow head or heart.

ang sigaw ng hangin
ay sampal sa nakaririnig nito

and they all whisper, "she's crazy".
and her tear smeared her now crescent lip.

tila baliw habang ang kanyang mundo'y
binubulabog ng mga boses na
pinagpipilitan na
siya'y mamili ng paninindigan na.

pinili kita.

she chose heaven.