Pain shutters it ripples warm waves
every breath a gasp, intercostals, rip
bone cracks of rails, the cough is now
bloody...you cower..why? ..never will
you notice a pale hand once tan and
strong, gasp, to gasp out your name(I) .
Dear Queen, I am afraid of the roaches.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem