I am a writing machine

Translation and proofreading of Oana Nechita
Author : Dorina Neculce the poetry writer

I am a writing machine obsolete with a meat ribbom the poet supresses me in his hands of blood: tick tick tick my veins are flowing turning loose the walls are hating me the housewives with fallen breast I become expensive tiresome metaphorical I pretend  in subtles meanings I’m only a crying and I tell to myself and I scream breaking loose through the rain of blood in the darkness my mouth is changing in the mouth of the wolf