Between the first and second clause
the claws dig deep.
stuck between words lachrymose
agony and ecstasy
sleep that eludes,
scars that heal
yetremain red, itchy and sore to remind.
just stop I say but you have such a propensity for cruelty
the Muses mouth curls cruel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem