Separates, deactivates, and even contaminates the hearts of many, that imperceptible fungus that grows in-between the space of two hearts.
Hugs become premeditated shoves, kisses are now flying missiles aimed at infiltrators and your looked at as the collaborator on the same side from where the missiles launch, knowing that at one time your hearts were locked.
Talks fall like quarters into a jukebox playing a different song, none of a happy home are soft words on the telephone.
This predator stalks the weak and the strong inside and outside your
home, you don’t feel the penetration only after the devastation that drives your hearts apart destroying the art.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow this is poetry I like