Blade meets skin
Where ice meets heart
and causes her no pain
she looks in wonder
at the smooth red
liquid
dripping down
and suddenly giggles
wondering if her blood
can atone for all the wrong
she has done
or if it is a waste
of all the good
she has supposedly done
maybe someday
the blade
instead of causing her injury
can relive her pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem