DANYA
The Singaporienne: A Novel

Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me
Oh things are gonna happen naturally
Oh taking your advice I'm looking on the bright side
And balancing the whole thing
But often times those words get tangled up in lines
And the bright lights turn to night
Until the dawn it brings
Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me

4:44 PM Under that Old Oak Tree

I’m walking down a lonely lane.
Tears of heaven splatter onto the hard ground.
Curtains pulled across the window-panes.
To shun my existence from their joyous sounds.

I hear a footstep behind me.
Turning back, I see no one.
I whispered. “Leave and let me be.”
And quickly started to run.

He ran after me,
Not missing a beat.
He caught up under that old oak tree.
He pressed me onto him, our hearts to meet.

I could even smell that sour-smelling breath,
Brush straight across my cheek.
Waiting to meet my death,
I struggled to see the light I so much wanted to seek.

He entered me, and ran away farther,
It’s been since 3 months now,
And I’m a pregnant young mother.