I finally cut myself
and i watched pain bleed out of me
have you watched pain bleed out of you before?
This quick, this violently?
Like a premature orgasm?
Have you felt your life slipping off your body
like a non-fitting night gown?
Like it never wanted to be yours in the first place.
Arent you satified?
with the agony you keep swallowing?
Havent you a language?
that you keep speaking with your eyes
Havent you been quite enough?
Cant you scream already?
Isnt that pain eating at you?
Isnt that hope, clotting from a country of your own blood?
I heard how yesterday you were looking for your history and forgiveness in your mothers eyes
Did you find them?
Were they what her tears wept away all the times you slept hungry in your mother's body?
Was it what you were looking for?
Did you find it?
Was it worth it?
Was it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
speaking with eyes, good one