House of Cards

Waking up in the morning

Sweet scent of the rising sun

Kisses you on your cheek

Tells you that you’re fine

Nightdress flowing down your body

Skin pushing lightly

With a great care

Not showing your weaknesses

But skirting is cutting on the edge

You’re losing something

But no, not yet

It’s a time to come, it may not come…

It is a sweet denial

It is your last remorse

Because you loved

Because you had trust

Earth is shaking

Knocking you off your feet

Your ground faded

All there is

Void

Abyss

Nothingness

You were left in your mourning

On a cloudy Sunday morning

Wiped out

Wiped down

With your torn nightdress

Pale naked splits

Holes the size of your fists

So bare

So defenseless

Dark edges of your cuts

Buried down

Under the cards

Of your little house of cards