Last Friday, my ex girlfriend Maggie shredded my designer shirt
Her claws drilled grooves into my chest. Dragged her by the skirt.
Sliding from a fitting room, girlfriend Twiggy asked "How does the wedding dress look? "
Maggie let go of me and stung Twiggy like a hook.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
humid weather of wedding......