Blue bruises
bloom on my skin.
I wear long sleeves
even in summer.
First, I lost
my smile
it somehow
floated away.
(I wear long sleeves
even in summer.)
Next, I lost
my flesh
until I was nothing
but skin and bone.
My curves...my breasts
vanished into themselves.
'All...something...is...grass! '
I quoted to myself.
(I wear long sleeves
even in summer.)
The woman in the mirror
who claims she's me
isn't
...isn't!
A stranger holds
my eye.
I...I
looked away.
Blue bruises
bloom on my skin.
I wear long sleeves
even in summer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Did you know someone that went through this I wonder? It's very disturbing.