She made me bleed
With her words.
Her shrill voice
was like a knife.
It stuck me
Violently.
It sliced the sinews
Of my heart
And it
Tore into my soul.
Such suffering
was to be expected,
Daily, weekly, monthy,
yearly, maybe eternally.
Or until the decision is made
To get the hell out!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem