Scents linger in the air, human scents everywhere. Drinking human dry, as I cry, tearless cries of course. I do not want to be a monster, I want to be human again, what was so many years ago, color in my skin, red in my cheeks, tears in my eyes. I do not want to be a monster anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem