An open letter – 25/27 – Someone Like You

Thank you for filling the emptiness

Even just for a little while

Even it was just a dream

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An open letter – 23/27 – Who Tried To Kill Me

I WAS STABBED!

It was windy and dark
Along an empty street
I looked above
The rain started to drip

I tried to find for an umbrella
Or a tree with spreading canopy
But I saw none
I was still walking in a pitiless place of Metro Manila

I bumped into some kids
They were enjoying their dinner in plastics
There were also some lady vendors in micro mini skirts
Then I finally saw a tricycle
But I refused to go inside his cart
He was with some armed men

I tried to run as fast as I could
To escape from that strange situation.
Wishing it was a bad dream,
I rubbed both my eyes
And pinched my cheeks
I was awake
Or I was not sure

As I was thinking of punching myself a little bit harder
To feel a little more pain,
I found out blood was flowing from the upper part of my chest

I got stabbed!
I was stabbed under the rain
I was stabbed in an empty dark place
I was stabbed and nobody was there to help
I was stabbed and I nearly died.

I GOT STABBED!
BUT WHY IS IT MY OWN HAND
WHO IS HOLDING THE KNIFE?