Peering in
faces of different tones and shades
surfing turbulant waves
like a deck of jokers
playing tricks
in and out
throbbing
silently
preying on victims
solitude evolves
then -
spoliation erupts
when the hidden skeletons
escapes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this feels like a scythe tracing my skin. well done.