Do not look at the eclipse.
I am badly hurt. I will not call the
hangman to complete the job.
What not to eat your words.
Like radiation they enter the bones.
The placenta twists. A dream dies.
Claustrophobia. I will
not break the walls. Do you know bricks
ripen in the furnace. I will burn the door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Do not look at the eclipse~Claustrophobia! ! ! Leave it~!