A dark red liquid drips
Off of my swollen lips
Coming from flesh that tore
Forming a puddle on the floor
Hand prints etched into skin
Bruising my muscle within
Till there is no more a body can take
It is then the bone will break
My legs quiver to gather strength
Supporting my body’s length
I raise my head with all my might
Spitting in his face just for spite
Images fade in and out of the light
Merging memories with tonight
Again I descend to the ground
Forming an eerie resonating sound
A dark red liquid drips
Off of my swollen lips
Coming from flesh that tore
As my lifeless body lies on the floor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
deep hard evocotive and spellbinding. difficult to read because it forces one to feel. good work as well as all of the latest.