Belladonna

For all I want is to be alone.
Alone,
Not even the rain in June.
Not even the snow of Kilimanjaro.
Not even my Moroccan Sunset.
Not even my dear London.
Not even my local light workers.
Alone.
To be utterly free.
To be utterly empty.


And then, I will drown safely.

(Belladonna: charcoal and ink on paper)