Who drew it – 
The horizon
The crack between land and sky?
Through it, an evening spills red blood.

Who drew it –
The line between my upper and lower eyelids?
My body is divided: the vastness of inner and outer skin.
Between them, an evening floods with tears.

Can wounds run into other wounds?
I open my eyes and sunset rushes in.
Wound meets wound.
Rivers of red water pour out endlessly
And a door closes in the dark: the exit with your name.

Who divided them –
The white day and the black night?
She is a hawk by day.
He is a wolf by night.
Inside the crack, the evening we met
Scrapes like a blade.