Lightning in ShantyTown

Baby shrinks of shoulders, Baby shrinks of shoulders, Baby shrinks of shoulders, Baby shrinks of shoulders, Baby shrinks of shoulders, Baby shrinks of shoulders, Baby shrinks of shoulders and sighs. She passes me the cigarette and I shrink of shoulders.
And she’s on the bed now, thinking about nothing.
We hear some gunshots from outside and look each other and no one says anything.
Baby shrinks of shoulders again and I’m lost in my personal wilderness.
She turns out the lights and I know it’s because she’s afraid of something.
I turn around and, even with the lights out, I can see her glaring blue eyes, shining in their own language.
Right now she’s seated on the plastic red chair reading the last Vogue magazine.
But with her legs crossed, lifting and dropping her right foot, she excites me, then she looks at me, from the corner of her eyes, smiling scarcely, like a model, she turns a page and she hopes I say something, she doesn’t move, she remains seated, lifting and dropping her foot, she squeezes her lips, makes them play, she looks at me from the corner of her eyes, smiles, shows her teeth, excites me, I approach, she laughs, turns a page.
Baby shrinks of shoulders, and we see a lightning from outside.
She wakes up from her dream, naked and sleepy, and goes to the bathroom. I know she’s smoking in there.
When she comes back from the bathroom, she asks me not to talk to her; not a single word.
I get up and walk around the room for a while, until she winks me an eye and that’s it.
I approach her and she passes a hand through my cold face.
Now: her eyes landing on me forever.
A minute passes, then another, then another one.
The unbreakable hours passes.
People talking and walking outside our window and we getting deeper and deeper inside our blankets.
Minutes later: baby shrinks of shoulders and starts crying for many reasons.
The lights are out, the door locked.
Another lightning, another thunderbolt, another gunshot come across.
Deeper and deeper in the blooded blanket…
I can almost hear her breathing, by my side, without hope or redemption.
It’s eerie, supernatural and amazing.
My face looking out the window, my mind erased.
I cross, rapidly, to the other room.