a little girl with whimpers in her mouth
rotting her teeth like the candy he tempts her with.
red on her dress and red on his hands,
her lips parted and words were forgotten
in the empty spaces he left her with.
but her mind was sharp enough
to pierce the skin of his ego,
draining his veins of all the opium.
she watched his struggle with childlike curiosity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem