They were having sex in a van, dark and suffocating.

Outside the window, she saw people wearing masks coming and going,

In all seemed like surreal behavioral art.

At two forty, the wee hours of next morning,

He went home, she went home.

He headed towards his home, she her own.

Dawn. The whole city lay quiet in a lockdown just imposed.  

Only stray dogs continued their stroll.

She was in a deep sleep, in her rented room, alone.

Fourteen days later

Her calls went unanswered.

She heard it. Outside the window,

The mournful tears sliding down the moon.

Her temperature climbing notch by notch.

She has not a thread on her,

While the tap is dripping in the bathroom.

As if counting down for a world near its doom.

Amid the dim light, between her thighs,

Lies a bat, a solitary and poisonous bat.

Or a black flower planted by Asura?

Alluring and addictive for sure.

十四天

作者：闫秀

他们做爱。在幽暗窒息的车厢

车窗外

她看到戴口罩的人来来往往

如同一场超时空的行为艺术

凌晨两点四十分

他回家了，她回家了

他回他的家，她回她的家

天亮了。整座城在呼啸中封锁

流浪狗继续流浪

她沉睡。在独自一人的出租屋

十四天后

她拨打的电话已无人接听

她听到了。窗外月亮流泪的声音

体温。日日夜夜升高

她没有穿任何衣服。卫生间的水龙头

在滴滴答答

像是记录一个死去的世界

夜色中。她双腿间悄然一只蝙蝠

孤独的，有毒的

或是阿修罗种下的一束黑色花朵？

迷人的，上瘾的