like scattering ashes
or losing what u wanted
choices an mistakes,
yes iv had mine
the poison has made
its running course
in my veins
and through me
he asked once
'how are u'
a simple answer,
'i feel fine' 'its wonderful here'
miss me not
i was living like a disaster
pale white skin
and strawberry gashes all over
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem