I am no stranger to
hurt.
It has overflowed
my chest
filled me to the brim
and poured out
like a thick black oil spill
forming an
island
around me.
You,
no one, especially not you
can hurt me any longer.
A wall of tar rises
hardening
with every tear
that
falls
bitter on the tongue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem