Father S Nightmare Poem by David Er

Father S Nightmare



The saintly maiden stretched herself into a cross.with a quiet contemplation and a holy relic she becomes a nuptial couch.with a pallid face and spiritual labour she laughs out
loud with her father s bitter anger and runs toward her pills and drink, falling once again into her painting s of her youth.

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