Destroy infinity
And rename reality,
To scratch is to caress,
And genocide is true love.
~
I come back for my words,
To find them scattered.
Your hands are red
With long brewed rage.
Interesting choice of words, like here, gives things a fresh, novel feeling.
Very strong words, with an hint of anger, a fantastic mix. Great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
incredibly awesome first stanza, the metaphors concepts intrigue, from infinity destruction, to reality reclassified, to a caress obsessive final solution embraced as genocide true love; humanity is reduced to an individual searching for lost scattered words, diaries of witness, the hands red with 'long brewed rage'. so much promise is foretold in your lines, awaiting growth years 10++ Stefanie :)