soaked through clothes
thrown to the floor
broken bones
keeping her from walking a mile more
a store around the corner
sells good beer for a reasonable price
she's around the pacific ocean though
trying to minimize the residues of explosions in her very core
reaching for a kiss that doesn't exist anymore
mumbling his name while sleepwalking
an automaton, a silhouette
nothing but a shadow thrown to the floor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem