and her thoughts are wrapped in linen,
and her body stinks of a empty emotion,
still this damsel in distress nows how
to fight when shes able.
and with a restless smile she puts on
her coat of many colors, called a
strait jacket..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The jacket makes me straight so I can just sit back and bake. ....love, sjg