I needed a reminder that I can still feel
Pain
Guilt
Not the excruciating numbness that always seem to swallow me whole
It is beautiful
Angry red on sallow white skin
Just a slight pressure to release a bit of life
A liquid proof that I still exist
Just a slight twinge as sharp tiny silver slide down breakable texture
It is exquisite in its beauty
Itching, reminding...
I'm still human
Torn, not yet broken
(10/20/05)
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I would like to translate this poem
I think u explained it well.