Penny dreadful

 

i  supose  i dont need you to be a man in flesh and blood
or I, a woman … in spirit
or being human or not….

You could be a beast

dreadful
horrible

your speech, the way you express yourself
is not
and you count on me
you count with the fierceness that i believe on you

that   complete all gaps..  all holes inside you
when you are alone

if you are real… if you are a  man…

But I…I am penny dreaful
and they talk and chant about me in the alleys
at the dawn
drunks …

sustained by the walls

and when they has fully exhausted all the bad options

they wait in a veiled dream
that redeem all of them
but not me…

I know….

Another night will come and
another sing they will chant
and
“Penny Dreadful that is what we want”

 i’ll succumb to the charm of their voices and depraved calling
again….
So, i dont need you be a man in flesh and blood
perfect  and charming
just hear you
because sometimes i need to be rescued
not by a penny , not by affliction

but by a poem

penny