I dab my tears
and scream
when streams of pink
drip down
the shower tiles.
I have these visions
of Psycho or
me on the cross
but no,
she left
used tampons
in the soap dish
instead
of a Dear John
good bye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clever poem, I liked the title too.