my polished blade glimmers,
her pulse in the reflection,
the blue arteries roaring
beneath frost-white skin.
an efficient swipe,
dragging left to right,
opens the whiteness,
laced with brilliant red.
a cold whisper in her ear,
I love you, I tell her,
just as her knees
give out and the body
drops.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God this is quite cold. Quite drafty. Hope it's figurative in some sense or another. Again, it leaves me with questions...