There's my little monster,
My personal favorite,
Nailed to the wall.
See how it writhes?
It's face is hideous
Distorted
Destroyed
Burnt
Blackened
But still beautiful.
I love my little monster,
But I still nail it up.
I still stick it to the wall.
Because it always breaks free.
And it always haunts me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem