there is a gun under the pillow.
you were really dazed
when you close your eyes, it walks out
encircling the bedroom
before stealing a glance in between your breasts
its tailed sharp eyes
you tipped your pillow
searching for the gun but
could not find anything.
there is a drop of blood
and suddenly you latched your hands
to your chest
there, the gun is hid;
lone bullets
ready to fire from the inside.
Nokturna, 2018
Penerbitan Kata-Pilar
translated by Rasyidah Othman
