your lies are taking centre stage
dripping black/blue in my mind
poison sliding down to my heart
through my lungs
breathless
I tighten like leather
those lies and their visions
none little
none white
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is an excellent verse, it caught me up in its drama, and startled me with its last admonition, tearing asunder the myth of lies being small, white and kindly intentioned. Simply beautiful.