a room that alienates her

by being limited to female voices

the room that pulls her towards meanwhile

a space where she has found him

and where she has lost him

a place where she plans to die

well it’s a three-bed location

a way to fit five pomerganate seeds

in one bedroom

her mom granny elder and younger sisters her

every time she gets into this room

her trigger finger just starts bleeding

she takes her thumb and softly rubs it

as long as all pain is erased there is

no traces left to witness the harm of her hands

that’s how a she flows

when she moves to a two-story bed

closed by a white wall on her right

and planks of wood above

she sucks up water smells

in the cavities of her body

how sickening dying is

to being born again

in the room she has always had

in the room of her own