The Vice Harassment Poem by Lia Padena

the body of the night opens its uterus
this moon
with many levels
and the souls fled
  which
somewhere
sometimes at different times
sometimes at the same time
and space
but she slept too hard
and he's the same
his sleep was deep because of fatigue
but she was under pressure
something ugly and hard
at some point something awakened her without waking her up
and abuse
of her perception
she still remembered it in the morning
which saves her from embracing a vice
who are you