I'v been
skinned alive
de-boned
filleted
skilleted
devoured
digested
shat out
and forgotten
This is utterly intrigueing. A cynical view yet a tribute to somebody clearly adored. Finely penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, that is what we feel sometimes when we really love, pain mostly..but there comes a time when we learn how to put some honey in that pain..