The horror in this babe's mind
was endured through out her slumber.
It was a nightmare of pigs in the looking glass.
It came to her over and over again;
the dream of the pink powder that smothered
her mothers face. Her only protection was in the
creation of her own monsters that were even stronger than
the nightmare caused by vanity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem