Anaconda

she woke up late

her face pale

with stomach ache

the sun shines

droplets of wine

still on the ground

her face wet

with tears droplets

she is hopeless, sleepless

a red rose

dried and lone

its dews so sore

she sat hopeless

defeated by sadness

she looked through the window

no colourful and jumping rainbow

her tears continued to flow

she was alone

before, she never was

in this room lost

in this room she loved

in this room, she cried not

he was always loving and soft

the walls no longer hear

his voice, so dear

her whispears of fear

the walls no longer see

this woman in ecstacy

putting her head on his knee

the mirror no longer refletcs

their bodies rests

after the love's wrestle

and their loud breaths

he sowed in her a life

not yet exposed to light

it is still breathing inside

a grain of love growing

over her womb spreading

her belly's swelling

slapped by reality

she realized lately

her lover's treachery

she put her head on the pillow

looking at the window

feeling a bitter sorrow

fading with the rose

waiting the foetus to grow

and shame to show

living with her parents' disgust

ignoring the past

breatjing fast

to give birth

to her death

the child cries for life

misery inside

for, the child is a sign

of the sin they shared

love they made

love, so fake