The reflection in the
broken bathroom mirror
closes the gap between my
self image and my blood.
Half tranced by my own rage,
directed at all that I am, uncovered.
I wish to bleed it all away...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Does not do anything for me and very depressing. Don't get me wrong because depressing poems can be good but this one dosen't do it.