Caressing my face with lies
For a second I’m beautiful
For a moment my body isn’t mine
I would never choose to be touched
Men these days have a deep lust
.
I’ve been asked how my heart heals
My heart has disappeared
It withered with every unknown hand
It chipped away with the penetration of every man
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Vic, I'd like you to add more to this. It's the fine beginning of something more complex and moving. Warmly, Gina.